nineteen

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

i was in the dreaming

 

 

i was in the dreaming

held

in

a scream

as the hammer

beat

my aching neck

time and time again

 

i was old

i was young

i was in this dreaming

 

i was on the road

once more

stuck 

in a highway jam

and

thinking 

of home

where is my home?

 

i was nowhere

split

and stoned

sinking

 

 

 

i was a stranger

staring

 

i was

hung

dreaming

 

 

go the distance

 

 

 

poem for lock-down

 

at every turn

feeling

bricked-up

bricked-up

broken

down

stuck in the ground

lost

not found

 

fleeting

fear

floating

flotsam

at every turn

bricked-up

bricked-up

ground down

 

they're crowding me in

they're crowding me out

these dreams

these words

this vestigial spinning world

locked-up

locked-down

I'm just 

bricked-up

bricked-up

broken

ground

 

 

house of love

 

 

 

when all is still

 

 

when all is still

and the wood is silent

i tie them

to the boughs and branches

bury them deep

beneath the frozen ground

drown them in deep black waters

just

waiting

for spring

to loose

the bonds

and set my dreams free