Feelings and Rhythm

Feelings and Rhythm
Systems and Dreams

Sleeping life or waking dream????

My  name spoken by a man who is not there.

I sit above the covers, something comes toward me beneath them.

I feel it under me, it has substance and then it is gone.

Phantom

The music from a CD cracks like an old record.

The water bottle gives a loud POP and I jump.

The cat wants me to understand.


I picked up some leaves in the park the other day,
One brown, one green.

They sit askew where they fell out of my pocket.  So natural and so out of place.  Too full of consciencenous.

They wonder why I've brought them here.

I can't remember.

My head is heavy.

Chocolate cake has been eaten,
A cigarette waits to be smoked.

My nuclear life that borders on magic.

Reckless fantasy and painful fate.

The clock always keeping time.

Is it all but a dream??