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Wednesday, February 27, 2002 #9 Dream (for Laurie) girl I got flowers growing out of my head. Jerusalem artichokes, sunflowers, chicory. I got five fingers. reminds me of something, an emblem. hold your hand up against the sky. if you got the same, it's a sign. corn pollen, wolf song. man and woman. I got a bright red salamander on a ball of polished turquoise shot with gold. rivulets of molten lightning running down the sky like a black onyx mirror on fire. I got a box of magic crayons, baby, in a billion colors. five senses and every one on full alert. I got lyrical jazz for your weed garden, you there with headphones alone for the moon, dreaming night lights and fireflies, dewdrop on petal, so small but look closer, reflecting first dawn in spiderweb filaments curving outward as your own eye curves on the edge of vision. cat's eye diamond jaguar awakens wrapped in jungle whispering coming storm. I got wind and lianas running up your legs, your arms. your eyes open in orchids glowing within, wild in your new weather. I got thunder and eagles sailing into your whirlwind looking down on green ocean treetops roiling and suddenly water from everywhere, sky out of mind. I got words with you, baby, like torrential rain slashing and flashing, exploding, electric. mahogany forests a vortex of satellite images, clouds racing and pooling in hurricane spiral. jaguar and eagle connected. conjoined. Amazon at full flood a great snake drawing earth and sky into its tidal rushing deafening roar of white noise white light white heat the world dissolving disappearing gone... then ah, remembering morning cool and bright. how silence in silence eagle circles jaguar's eye resolves spiderweb tendrils of dawn in a dewdrop your eye your life your love smooth saxophone blues in a weed garden, baby, floating free once more again at last. oh girl I got you with flowers growing out of your head. 9:42 PM | link | 
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