The Glass Oval - Part I
Posted by
Matt Tabin
i had a dream
i had a dream
and she was hot
in this turnpike world
of interstate plot
there were no moist lips
around my ...
no subtle fingers
undoing her top
all we did was talk
and walk
this plane of the brain
where lanes merge and diverge
the insane purge
and the sane
urge for no end
in the zen like bend of conversation
which has become our mental ejaculation no break
no lapse
in the emotions or notions that were maps
of where we were going
knowing where we have been
sin just a rusty tin
that degenerates
leaving no shadow of its former states
heaving words not in any dictionary
roaming bodies not playing pictionary
unstationary ideas become
one
one
one
one
unity
in a singularity of such clarity
like sumerian tongue
caressing the lips of what was sung
hung
in such harmony
that it became
betterthan any fix to me
betterthan sex to me
because she wasn't next to me
she was me
and i
was her
----
mht.
|