The fungible women who lie in my bed
Have shared sacred ground where others will tread.
[fuhn-juh-buh
l]
Why’s woolgathering less respected than the other arts?
To have the skill to spin from idleness unicorns, globes,
Grey whales, and vampires deserves (and has received) the praise
Of generations (though of mostly day dreaming children).
We learn about ourselves through what we wish we were and can be…
If only in dreams.
And dinosaurs.
[wool-gath-er-ing]
It’s a diversion strategy to dress in dishabille:
To numb your mind, relax your wits, and then forget to feel.
\dis-uh-BEEL\ , noun;
My dreams are filled prescriptions stored
In bottles labelled with your name
To wean me off our memories—
To cure my inveterate love.
\in-VET-uhr-it\, adjective:
1. Firmly established by long persistence; deep-rooted; of long standing.
2. Fixed in habit by long persistence; confirmed; habitual.
I wake and watch the blue-hour’s
Crepuscular creatures drag limbs
Through the dim
To their towers.
[kri-puhs-kyuh-ler]
write with lightning 