-so long and so brief-
you are my sleepy family
me, late night driving
walking cats
in my neighborhood
of imagination
the gauzy light
imagery
showing how
I keep walking
the dream.
circling the porch,
lightning
the tribes
are humming
I think
I know
the birds are
at least
and,
we are
we,
hammer and grease
since the beginning
light calming
the fruit of the eden tree
which has always been
the first touch
and in a one
kind of way,
boring.
tease out the space in me
and soon I will be washed
of dictator flesh
and become
the everything flesh
they already use
to lube
the meat.