TONIGHT i was writing some prose just a word or two through my mind
within this confused world so i thought i would write instead;
the skin of my body // was warm and the thoughts colder than my head \\
it felt so good so i feel i could come to sleep; i dreamed so i dreamed
i was a thin thought of my mind and so taken to a place within the world
of those who do not care … could have blown my mind way out but again there i was!
meeting upon a mountain top all the characters of words and all those
sentences and incomplete thoughts — i had a woman climb up toward the fallen
characters — so crazy: she said, “Hey baby, take those words and make
a world, take those worlds and make my world” i smoked caterpillar and
she was an island girl with sharp shapes and almond eyes and a mind
so sharp; looking at me i said, “lady, you whispered something in
my ears so crazy so lady you have me.” Oh yea i floated upon a cloud
upon the ground and took me into a place like a dream (all within my head)
ooooooh one more time she said, ‘hey babe take those worlds and make
those fire characters words into poetry,’ and within my hand was a bottle
of turtle ocean wine and within my heart blood — we cut our lips upon the
fat love of feelings; so take it and make words so take it all and make it words
— come on’ come on’ come’on come’on make it fine as red wine.
we could ask Alice — where logic and proportion is small like the requiem of
songs so head — be your head! be your head!
:: 04.09.2021 ::