Mondegreens

there’s that recurring dream again, 

rich and vivid. 

I grab the Chinese vase, start to run 

and drop it. 

it shatters into pieces, porcelain checkered 

on the marbled floor, 

black and white battlefield and the world is on fire!

jadeite hearts

rise with the poorwills, tomorrow’s hunt for hybrids.

starlink censors 

fall from skies. hunkered down, we keep it windward,

aloof jib of face.

separate wheat from the chaff but do not shake hands.

supply chain 

dumpster fire marked empty when full, existential outlands

hand to hand 

combat, explosions in the air, trenched in a roundup;

dragon drone stand...

Shasta melts fragrantly with white narcissus sunning.

poppies open.

precious water, the teacher, puts drip in my dream

after ceasefire,

treaties of fear are sealed in the gold of natures green.

lux and light

words wrought by writers of bees in Fahrenheit.

majestic pyramid,

their feet dusted with spices from a million flowers.

no trace,

famous first words and last words in pink dribble

drowning in pewter.

immediate, set up camp in defensive position disruption 

in bitters and herbs,

humanity sits on the precipice and I am dancing.

laughing,

I wake in a sweat, the mosquitoes are gone.

verily 

a free woman breaking vase majestic... 

dancing helps me think. thinking helps me dance. 

under the pink moon, remember lady mondegreens,

misheard lyrics. the august lady lay him on the green. 

on and off again, mind on lyrics will switch back 

and forth making my ears hear it both ways. 

lines slough the syllabification in the sounds.

a slip of the ear oronym of the sweet rhapsody    

moves the white space, lip slips sweet rap city. 

we are all having intense coronavirus dreams.

without the luxury of orthographic space lines,

I see the duck and the rabbit at the same time.

waving iron horse rail running in bits and pieces

revealed across revelation as I wind down the road

in some dark sarcasm kiss the sky park orgasm 

revved up, I fly in the deuce moving in the white space

word edges. there is still snow on the mountains.

a monk is swimming, blessed art thou amongst women. 

topdown rocking out to the misheard obscenities,

I am your venus. the version unfolded and landed

gloved, ungloved. I am your penis, our feet kiss the sky. 

the snow is green speckled in fragrant wild pink phlox, 

pollinators buzz. my dream ends cracking eggs.

the bell rings off the cave wall, painted vase drawn 

freshly suspended in the knowledge of the before. 

lost natures, two generations hang in the revision.

the most powerful act of resistance is to do nothing.

resistance is a human right so they laid down tawdry

in the negative duty in the canyon of hero barkers.

it passed over on the maundy. maundy, maundy, 

lay down on the green withholding like Henry David.

Thoreau had the room to rage and weep.

proof of the wealthy, throw down. the post markers 

halt at the border. essential stops without sleep,

passing iron shepherds crook mission bells. hermetic

hallucinating cake, throw down on your knees repeat three:

rich and vivid and drop it on the marbled floor

jadeite hearts starlink censors aloof jib of face

supply chain hand to hand dragon drone stand

poppies open after ceasefire lux and light

majestic pyramid no trace drowning in pewter

in bitters and herbs laughing verily

a free woman breaking vase majestic,

proof of the wealthy.

The world is on fire dancing in the mondegreens.

keep aloof and healthy!