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I dreamt I had no body,

no limbs

just a head

inhumanly capable of bounding

freely along lawns of carpet

across wooden tables

through pastures of night drenched grass

fenced in by complexes of crumbling

terra cotta apartments

and dangling impossibly off of balconies from

string, like bait, begging

for the crossing pedestrians to bite

who look up in muffled horror

who shudder, retreat

and cower behind upturned

trench coat collars.

Twenty one more days to live they told me

in this strange state

of pseudo-existence

where nothing more was required of me

but to bound and be,

to love without a heart

full of life and with a feeling

like I’ve never felt before.

I dreamt I had no body,

no limbs

just a head.

I woke up crying

I wasn’t sure if I was happy to have everything again

or I was sad to be back to it all.

Dreamers

The leaves hustle and swirl
around the pomp and pearl
of foreign white sandy seashores
like a forgotten flock
of dark dead seagull ghosts
decayed from the sun
and caught in the wild throes
of an invisible tornado.

All this,
drenched in the night's rising darkness
these sad birds begging in litter bins
of blackened sunrises
for no more tin can tomorrows
throwing desire to the salty wind
with stunted half living breaths
and blowing away
the tin can yesterdays.

McDonald’s is across the street.

America is across the street.

I almost can’t see those

yellow tits they call the golden arches

because the Texaco station canopy

hides it. I can’t even tell how many billions

have been served. This is very important information

knowing how many burgers have been balled

and stuffed in gaping throats.

This is now how I gauge time now. See you in

seven hundred thousand burgers babe.

I’ll marry you when it reaches a trillion.

But I won’t add to the number again, not until

tomorrow at least.

same walk same

I tripped again

on an off-kilter

raised concrete square

squinting in the strange

London sunlight that

should be shrouded in rain

and clouds

on my way

to the angel dirt tube

for the fifth

time today.

I passed a bleach

blonde headed

skank standing and

skulking in Ugg boots

black short dress

smoking cigarettes

and barking

into her cell phone.

I thought she deserved my penis

but I walked by

with my mind on my

headphones and my

headphones in my mind

drawing sweat from my ears

bleach from my eyes

posing and pouring as tears

and I forgot about

her and her death glare.