Upstream in the Dream

(collaboration of The Society of Brain Dead Amputees)


Wandering horses in the pasture
Go upstream to sip good water.
The pastures of dreams are open,

Unbound spaces that keep us hopin,

hopin & wishin, Baitin & fishin.
The Rook guides the murky tincture
& matter flows freely
in a sea of toxicity

Minnows swim
all over again !

Ah, to Alliterate this frequent sound,
these mega hertz in Alliterations
of sounds banging my glass skull
until I glow in the dark
like a black light poster
on a blazing coal of fire
thorns in my crown today
not that much to say, other than
I can alliterate.

Slipping into a phase of otherness,
the fuzzy dimension beckons,
telling a hypnotic truth —

perpetuating permanency in an
ever changing sleuth
This slush of us, our fractal mush

Dive Urge ‘Ent   Lets Merge
Un Forgettable   Know   On   Sents.
Daze   Yawn   And   Graze on the Lawn

Vini Vici Vidi
although it is beyond what I recall,
I’m pretty sure that it was fall
so I surfed a tsunami to
the bay, and fell out of my tree

As I hit the earth, this dream
of the unknown  merged with what I know,
& the truth began to come into focus

the locus of my inspiration
& I banish my indignation
with the depth of my
respiration
breathe in   breathe out
breathe in   breathe out