In definite definition of indefinite dreams defined
She found her solace, in green tea, jasmine rice
Sitting in cafes, pouring over notes, worlds unseen
Danced before her like a million eyses, they called
The universe warbled, wobbled, and G.H. went by
He smiled, the sun beckoned coyly, all lite lit up
We are all candles, he said, all wicks and wax
Sipping his soul, she swished it betwixt two teeth
Tasting her own aura on her tongue, again, still
It had been a long time since the first time tasted
Reaching up, plucking pomegranates from her brow
He ate them ravenously, then spit the seeds away
Disappearing, he claimed to have never been at all
The waiter asked her to pay the check and leave
She wanted water, but the seals were all bloody
She wanted meat, but the world was frozen over
She needed a hand to hold, to lead her from hell
Only if hell did not exist, how could she ever escape
We make our own hells, J.L. intoned, prophetically
She shrugged, guessing rightly, he should know
The .. poem?.. was just written today, or yesterday, because it is now 12:01 am and it was written right at the last few minutes and into the end of 11:59 pm. of 11-25-2008.
I nearly put 2006; wonder if that means something.
The painting/drawing is digital, and was made quite some time ago for an orange group, which i have completely failed, so far, to sign back up with. Shame on me!