the first time i did mushrooms, when i was coming down, i thought i was a goomba from the super mario brothers movie
one is the sign of mischief
three a wedding four
the sign of death
five the lost and
six the unsaven
seven the obligated
eight the craven
nine the souls of shady days
ten ten ten ten
they took it away
you cant have it again.
*
the season comes crawling on perfumed fingers
attorney of insects: suicidal frogs
the recalcitrant ping of the wall heater.
spring.
the wind whispers darkly outside.
someone is coughing but nobodys here
skeletons seen lit in negative:
fear.
*
i dream i am drowning
the weight of each day on day on day
legs held fast in sticky earth,
drowning.
you are not there (nor is she, or she)
- just me, from breakroom
to office, small talk, small laugh, drowning.
the dead clutter the hallways
the dead clutter the hallways
the dead clutter the hallways
crawling each through thick days of wasted intent
the dead, side by each, their energies spent,
their souls rot away.
i dream i am drowning every day.
*
oh my birdheaded soul. little saint.
who in your story ferries you
with their five fingered hand?
who and how. my birdheaded one.
how done? how now.
such a long way we've come
from the vision of the boat built
by small bird hands near sea.
you and you are dreams of mine
one holding and one held, all on the night sea,
you both parts of me.