Two Dreams
In a dream
of years ago.
I'm a child again,
with blonde pigtails
down to my waist.
There's a familiar park
and a familiar school
where I swing
and run,
rushing to the slide.
Violet flowers
bloom against a gray landscape.
And I'm screaming the names
of those who've
forgotten my face.
But it is only you
who sees me
and smiles.
Though I am not sure
we've met before,
I recognize your prescence.
I know your ghost
and I call you brother.
You look like me,
even though you are smaller
and have a different smile.
-Jo Resner 1/24/18
Duck went whack and the walls wilt numb (They were ribbed?)
See, as you would, into the tree knot that allows the feral eye
To travel
In and up and through the massive oak that's hollow as some words...
..."Now I live here, not you, Priest with the fire hydrant for a hat!"
Oh, but when you were younger,
And lived under the oppressions of the faulty skies that forever rain their
Ignorant duck droppings from above...
"Here we are...here we be...here we is before this most anticipated, and loathed of second comings..."
Pierced by the sea urchins that sway...
We are here and gone
For another day...
Dipped in petrol and stinking of high (displaced)fashions...
See as you would...
Live as you did...
Dig this wet grave,
And the grace you'd ingest
Sneaks in like the night's needle
...Enters all your pores...
Here again!...
There again!...
Sit up in folded chair...
...When it unfolds you have so much to do...
The day eclipse night, and the night carves a place-mat.
©
2018
Bunny Villaire
What Am I Doing Down Here?
In the snow I lie down and open my mouth and out comes a balloon which floats up to the sky and I watch it until it disappears.
When the snow melts from underneath my body the grass starts to poke little holes though my coat like needles or bits of glass and those holes form a constellation that I do not recognize because I have never bothered to learn many of them.
To be a fly by night...
as my third compound eye's
split into a dozen
unanswerable why's
this body though jewelry
is poised to remind me
we're nothing but ugly
while I'm scaling this wall
whither shadows decline
as our cilia crawl
"well," but sprawled out on this
net of a coverlet
where strays have hit-n-missed
Seeking this fly by night...
#SurrealismChallenge
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