shiver
adjust the pine boughs
listen for trucks passing
watch the wind push the rain
open and close the book
open and close your eyes
walk home
along the highway the
whole way
dreams here are
chalk and film
they are skin and bones
they are flesh and sinews
they are silver bands
they are empty land
they are holding onto necks too tight
they are voodoo dolls
made from sap and oil
twigs and human hair
they are taking a smouldering branch
and shoving it up my sleeve
they are drunk
they are grass and silk and soft things
they are near the ocean always
they carve caves out of cliffs
they are wood chopped in halves
they are white caps
and rapture
they are eyes turning wild
they are a fence around a waterfall
they are a shelf i've broken
just by touching it
they are painted white
they are a safe feeling gone
they are a basement below sand
they are boiling water on a stove
they are whispering tongues
and white angels crying then
dark angels laughing
they are rest and relief
they are the dirt under your nails
they are the same as yours.
here there is a body
lying low like water
everyone calls it
"beautiful",
"tropical",
"ocean",
but i see rust and a dam
a lake staying too still
for it's own good.
trunks of trees fall
from the sky
to crush hooves
brittle antlers tangle up
below my feet.
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