the dreams of which desire rise
are the mares that subtle cowboys ride.
in the mist of daylights to come
drinking, lusting, wanting, some-
-one, thing to call and claim your hearts’
colors speak like a musical. a ballad. a horror show.
coffee filters over flowing. orange clock hands ticking
ever showing, the past in presents’ remote collide
will knowing help to get out of the traffic
the honking and speeding makes beautiful chaos
epiphany ecstasy epitaph
the dreams of which desire fall
dream…
A. Jackson 2008
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