Tuesday, September 07, 2010

the impossible dreamland

in my dreams trains become cause for celebration, babies grow out of yellow spoons, the milky dew of the morning sun filters through my velvet window, heavy with tears which just won't come out, a small man is a mountain and an overpass and a cliff, bodies move elegantly and tired, my skin melts. in my dreams, i am made up of good things and bad things and i am alive. in my dreams.

1 comment:

  1. I like the babies and spoons. Recently my dreams have consisted of my frying pizzas (I know, so wrong) with my cousin and throwing the pans in the sink for someone else to deal with. So mundane by contrast.

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