The Dreamers Dream
(fr Still Lives)
Awoke to this
inkdrunk
Picasso circus
Loop
with
queer acrobats
torsos in aerial clash
punched through laserlines
Concussions on a trapeze bar
exhaling the smoke
Spectrals that rewound out of the blue
Arterial gallery
of exlovers in fabulous flights
midnight dance
at the M&M
Waiting for drugs
When Primo
asked us
if we wanted any
our heads cocooned
from snorting our brains out
With flesh camouflage surrounding
The music Underground with water pipes
Standing in the subzero drain
Smoking.
We didn’t fall because we were
Pushed together on the dance floor
But we both had
dreams of nodding the night before
You said I saw this in a movie
And we laughed like idiots.
Saw Timmy in conclave
motion at the Lark waiting
for beauties dipped in meth
so he played for us a mournful ballad.
On his lyre about a diva who died
Before her first performance
then he bolted down
the Beach hearing La Diva
somehow from a ship
into the
purple waters
in the
nightswimmers dive
bound together then rushed
back from
being ripped apart
in waves
remembering to forget
point of excavation
saw you tumbling toward me
Over and over again
shimmering arias
looking back at the Disappeared
Had this dreamers dream
Where there was a hologram
Cutout of the ocean off the
Port of New York and
All of the creatures of Atlantis
Pressed on the crystal bloc
For examination by Verne
And Darwin before they
Went in for dinner
And discovered the bones of
Transmogrifications of the ages
You said not to look and not to be afraid
Then you said that’s how we should die
I woke before I knew what you meant.
Actually the next day we were
On the beach and you went into the water with me
and we danced underwater where noone could
see but your arm holding the cigarette
Above the wave as we were spit out
The solid structure of the universe
ends in a beam
ageless and prismatic
a distance congruent to the mind
and somewhat of a fantasy
Particular to the man
on a seaward time
remembering Jack, in endless summer
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