Speaking in Subtitles

Inspired by M.E.

She says we reconnect worlds in dreamwalking / another instance of smooth-talking the pants off of creation / at war with a saner self / someone saying: Stop! Backwards talking / in circles // I'm too dipsy dizzy to make sense of rollercoasters / too off the track to flip for what's fashionable / a moment's notice / a moment's gone // this is a time for insisting on the inferences: // the assumptions of a living past / a ghostlike present / and the tendrils of our future floating above your head // reminding myself of roads often traveled and traveled back / there is no time for recasting old parts / new script, new director, new scene / same plotline, new twist // you translate my subtitles // to understand and not underestimate / your dialogue / you read my mental diary / and left me a hidden note // I leave u an open invitation / and you’re stamping return to sender / unopened / another wasted 41 cents / another walk of shame to the mailbox: // head down, heart open / I should be head up, heart hidden… / re-checking the/path of my footfalls / I thought I was sitting asleep / I'm running awake.

Map of Dreams

My dream had a voice, a body, a third eye
a seamless idea of how the world was suppose to work, but didn’t.
See, my dream was a visionary
Took day trips to the mountains for Karmic meditations
un-distorted her harmonic balances during morning shower
Her destiny:
A patchwork path laid out at her feet. I mismatched my footsteps
to her rain-filled footprints.

Always in need of a home, I sleep naked in her entranceway. She leaves candles
burning to guide me to morning
and I follow half waking to the cover of night.
A wish. My dream. Fulfilled.