Last 7 days

As you drive by

What’s not said, out of my mind, bes the real thing, me in dream

A policeman drives by

I, I love I do, sit and dream

Up at the sky

Could it be just I,

You drive by

I could leave this bed, where I lie, follow you, go, catch a ride

I could

I would

Be your dream

To go for a drive

Police car lurches by, strange curses in his eyes

I’m not what I seem to dream I’m a spirit alive, breathe

Into suchness of life

Like a sudden intake of breath,

Clay marked a body to life

Alive, want wife, why such loneliness seems I’m paradise

Could I be blessed

In the sewer

Of putrid minds?

Was born to die, ‘tween earth and sky, and I sit and I love

Two clouds

The world goes by

In your car

Just dreaming

You or I?

An eden goddess went into her body, a dream to find, a dream of

A frontier, where freaks reside, a place of abominations and curse,

Trying to enter my dream, do not enter, I think I said,

To what is out there, past dream, a frontier,

To find you arrive

You come in, how, but you did

Standing outside a dream

Seems to dream more than a dream, more real your being

You be real instead

T’would seem

You’re the real thing, let you in

You, more than my being, is it called love, not dream

We the real thing, then?

Love I call thru poetry

But where are you

Love I call you G?