Dream

Dream: Last Quarter

Riding a skateboard street glider mechanism, on my stomach.  She is ahead of me.  Before
this, I remember, I was shooting a film project between beaches and islands, very populated.
 I had 3 helpers who are now gone.  I am pushing my glider along with my hands but cannot
build up speed.  I can see her as a speck up far ahead of me.  It's night, a row of
apartments on the right of the street, feilds on the left.  I roll into a construction pit
of gravel and cement chunks.  I sheild my face and roll up out of the pit after a struggle.
I see her a kilometer ahead, barely, squinting, rolling right, behind the buildings.  I
arrive at the suburban 3 story townhouse, lush green trees and brush all down the unlit
street, cobblestone driveways.  I recognize the place, enter, and open the door to my room.
She is in bed with a blond haired man.  She says something, hitting her descending face with
her hand, and I bang my forehead against the door as I close it quickly, groaning.

Bastard Seeds

Diamond eyed plaything

Silver back, no name

Examples on repeat

Scripted acting

Temples dwelling

Hallucinating Everything

Honing the cylinders

Red oil driping

encrypted messages

Running, broken, scared with

sky eyes blinking

Bastard seeds shrinking

glimmering

hammering brass

chained together wandering,

their consciousness unavailing,

a higher calling 

dissolving them.

(note: http://www.thefreedictionary.com/conscious)

Dying Man

Dilluded angry tones
Made my insides shake down
Pulling the fear from my core
Stored in a safe place to be dealt with later
A dying man in a city of dreams, waiting to be woken and taken home.

I hear the pop,
and the embers turn white.
I breathe it all in,
coughing and sputtering
spit down my beard.
Bits of ashen dirt and paint in my mouth
Spit it out,
the liars that took residence,
the soul whoring,
into a tiny black pool
of human reasidue.
There is no response,
the only thing I want.