April & Poetry 4

Time      when   you

are standing on your

head.  Time as the sky

feeling the beating raven’s

wings.  Time if you’re a

breakfast bowl.  Time if

you’re    my      pillow

when my head is upon you. 

Time if you’re my pillow

when      my         head

is on the block.  Time if you

are my dream.  Time if you

are The Teacher in my dream

who      was            reading

the  Tarot  and  drew  the

Father        of         Wands. 

Time if you are the live cobra

that rose up out of the card. 

Time if you are The Teacher

swallowing   The     Cobra.

Time   as      shockwaves. 

Time      in      dream.  Dream

time.  Dream standing on its head. 

The         raven’s           dream. 

Dream Chief Dancing Raven watching

Wind make love to White Buffalo. 

Dream sweet grass grows

upon your head.  Dream takes Night by

the other hand.  The three go leaping

over       The Chasm.         Time passes.

Dream distorts.  Time may get the jump

on you.  Dream guides the jolt in you.

(This post written after memorizing some lines from Anne Carson’s Red Doc>)