Dream #1

Possess beauty or it will possess you Even as I write this a piece flesh falls to the ground The spectacle of every day The bodies suspended in time Any signs of life are much appreciated Sweat and sinews and sex. Play in the city with types of kindness and types of death. Archetypes stirred and collaborating as mutts Though a mongrel I want to be golden brown and red And almost I am An unremarkable remark Remade into a man Scheming with brown eyes Flushed with abundance of breath And secret hair softly on cheeks A mark, a question of clear bright skin Bones to fall with Muscles to pull myself up From an edge The mind Since I cannot be a bird And I have tried I'd settle for beautiful, as I choose Appear and disappear gently All with the same unending motion Of things coming together and falling apart Yes I am the one who sleeps a rest that is not real or one of many dreams that bleed themselves To show the world what it feels like Is there a single pleasure out there That does not request sacrifice? How many more times must the earth turn For another moment like the one that never seems to come