dextro meth orphan

there was a light

over a left shoulder
as a head and
cupped hand dipped
right and down
to light the
half cigarette
and
rising
a click, an exhale;
ancient knowledge my
tree moans to me as
a couple of vines tighten;
and that light
on my cheek
then second squinted glance
as eyes pass
head spins ‘round
past highway noise
and fox and mole
as squint slowly
to open eye,
home now in the
darkened and shadow.
now more smoke is
taken and gave
and gaze is open
and blue,
shark-cold.

-i threw the end
of it to a low spot
where it will lay
until I walk to
collect them all,
returning now
the end of the world…

come!
;
as I walk you through
this dream of me
borne of
dextromethorphan
and children’s
public
broadcasting:


“i will take you
In other time”
the dream told me
to tell you…

-the point is not
in there

it was just
confusion

after magic show

the end of the
world
-allusion to grey walls
substance and
sparkling lights of
many colors.

(i awoke
and choked the
cinnamon and sugar
down
and then to the
machine to tell you,
but interrupted by
the day’s news
of three sisters
in India;
seven
nine
eleven;
raped and brutally slain
and tossed in a village well,
and the message of
the merging
of another friend
with everything.