october mood . how many bubbles exploding on this sleepy day expanding
chilly and grey (a real october) / and the surface of things is reflection
it goes back / it goes behind / it goes forward
into unknown crevices and surprises /
sometimes like a lightbulb / it is gone all at once /
meloncholy ambulance of thought careening down a rain soaked street (in the middle of night a weary passenger in the back (on oxygen) (passed out) then fading in (then passed out))
eyelids like translucent curtains of blood (barely separating inner from outer)
behind the screen / backstage / busy people wonder how to finish the show /
the lead player fainted / in the middle of act one /
––in the audience / a jittery impatience / while thoughts of a wasted evening / (and a monetary refund) / and their own mortality invades them.
horse was evaporating in the middle of the sun.
horse was thirsty, and missed running over the hills,
then going full gallop over the flatland.
horse was remembering,
or trying to––he felt the rain like a prayer.
horse was daydreaming (still evaporating),
a metallic mosquito bit his neck, but instead of
drawing out his blood, it poured something into him . . .
and then horse was galloping into the center of the sun,
feeling the fire wash him of his pain, running into the center
of white-hot heat, where he went supernova
and was finally himself.
beautiful vanishing ghost of memory horizon sunlight fading to red then dark
beauty of wave tension crest yearning finally breaks down the whitewater roaring
like rhinocerous charging at a semi-truck on a two lane highway outside of Dodge
City. (not a lot of beauty in Dodge City… which is a good reason to get the hell
out of Dodge). Beauty thunderous whispering inside ear turn toward fire light see
something like epiphany or salvation like the memory of where you really are.