haunted by the false memories
of someone else's dreams, my
body floats on a cloud in a
distant solar system of space,
oval planets with triangular stars,
half-moons that flicker pink
when passing the starboard side,
planet turned upside down making
newspaper reading difficult and
movies that start at the end and
play towards the beginning...
meals served without plates,
cooked on stovetops mounted
on sides of curved walls... an
outpouring of uncertainty greets
everyone who enters the space
since no one leaves unless they
have been placed dead in a box.
shoes on our hands and gloves
on our feet, we spend days in
caves with spiders and nights
hanging from trees like bananas.
mysteries uncorked like bottles
full of air instead of wine, lay on
the table for spin the bottle games
and no one cares how they look
as long as the bottle never stops...
rhythms remain aloof - fog horns
blast out the cadence of time that,
running neither forward nor back
but perpendicular to it all, creating
holes that gave me false memories
experiencing someone else's dreams.
October 21, 2025
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