by shaun lawton
Deep dreams generated in the rapidly
sinking parish in a plumb bob
consecrated and quite sedated happily
thinking he was in a mood for rum
called in on the contrails the vapors
of morphine traced in the air on a mid
afternoon erased all the layers swirled
in from the waters equipped with
the waves from the sea circling stone
wells in the desert with an oasis of liquid
gleaming under the moonlight on the edges
of the desert sands staring out through
the eyes of a manifesting spectrum
a wavelength appears through the pupils
looking out over the edge of the mica
chip into oblivion longing for a change
of velocity in motion aside from this
same old coasting along on the currents
charging inexorably with the rolling
passages incriminated from darkness
into existence for the moment when
we reciprocate the vision with our eyes