Cloud Machinery
01/12/2007 10:54 a.m.
Cloud Machinery

the forest assumed the shape of a rolling rock
it rolled toward me chasing me back and forth
somehow i went backwards without fear
with no voice and caught myself in a vast, antique interior
with no furniture and no rooms, only an attic,
and no ladder with which to reach the trap door
and an endless void of catacombs disappearing
on piano wire into endless shafts – i knew
that some led to beautiful places and people i loved
while others led deeper into an exquisite terror...
Tonight I place my pillow again under the veil-dappled roses,
so that I may wake asleep and sleep awake, &
reconceived line up with maudlin dream trees
assured by their bitter, greedy silence
a release from the ease of flesh and sod.