Indigenous poetry infused with art. To create, then destroy, then to create again something new.
Monday, May 21, 2012
Real World Dreamer
PLEASE PLAY:
Mr Dream lay quietly
when my eyes are wide open
during self preservation
He keeps to himself
the secrets of my heart
as I reach my destinations
I love him
This Mr Dream
When I wake
When I sleep
When I brush my teeth
Rinsing monster lashes
Batting them to make them dry
Eyes glistening
sharp teeth reveal
as I dream in this real
real
real
world.
I dream
I am on a mission
to create
beautiful exotic things
I eat people
lick their bones
whip my furry hair
and I laugh and laugh
in this
real
real
world.
William Ortiz
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment