1985

1985

i see what you saw that year
350 square feet of sentenced-bodies
letters and commas and strange punctuation
strung together in a secret language of the mo(u)rning after
the night before

I can read it now 36 years later
as clear as a holy Baba reads Mystery like a novel from the lay of the land and its harbingers

Dense prose winding around the REM-ing;
skirting over fresh filled ashtrays
and dead soldiers
bought from dial-a-bottle
in the last throws of the party
before we domino-ed one by one ~
released from the release
into muddled dreams and wonders

the Muse tucked it all away in scents and
images and fleeting revelations
that sleep in the deep soil
behind the eyes
and colour my scene's-seens
in near anonymity
only broken in moments
like this.