Dictionary of Dreams

I dream in color,/ but it is always at night and
Settings. A room piled/ are aware, alert.
Left behind by others,/ their prey, waiting
Night, empty classrooms/ --I feel it and am afraid.

To dream of ticks/ burning in and out of
Is a sign of mental illness/ high with dirty clothes
Mashing a tick into/ an open field at
Becomes and annoyance/ stretching for miles.

Jealousy in waking life/ crawling on your flesh
By an unexpected/ and terrible things to come.
Are reverse in role,/ your skin, the bloodstain
Take this as a warning,/ treacherous enemy.

Light changes,/ is reflected in sleep
The world, neighborhood/ bond from the part, friends
Someone is hiding,/ are now jealous of you.
To attack, abduct,/ beware of new enemies.

I dream in color, but it is always at night and
Is a sign of mental illness high with dirty clothes
Are reverse in role, your skin, the bloodstain
To attack, abduct, beware of new enemies.

Magpie

In medical terms,/ but a texture that breaks,
Non-nutrituve/ tongue, continues to tear
Dirt or flour, paperclips,/ blood crunching with bits
In rare cases, a taste/ ends never digest well.

Magpie, the white-/ pica is an appetite for
The crow, lends its/ substances. One might crave
A scavenger, it will eat/ ice--even rocks.
Able to recognize its/ for bodily fluids develops.

Pregnant women,/ breasted, fat relative to
Habits, often desire/ name to the disorder.
Hot sauce on ice/ anything and is one of few
The magpie, will not/ own image in a mirror.

Glass has no taste,/ known for bizarre eating
Tears into gums,/ some strange combination--
Down one's throat./ Cubes of ice, unlike
of teeth, broken/ eat its own young.

In medical terms, but a texture that breaks,
The crow, lends its substances. One might crave
Hot sauce on ice anything is one of few
of teeth, broken, eat its own young.

All His Prepositions

Is There Ghazal

When I need a mentor, I know he is there.
I asked about art; he said, “because it is there.”

I don’t feel real, I don’t exist at all, I need
to check the mirror to see that I am still there.

That gold record, out on the satellite
will introduce us to alien life if it’s there.

Everything is derivative, modifying the already made,
it sometimes seems like originality isn’t there.

Laughing, you spilled your wine last night;
I scrubbed it with vinegar, but the stain is still there.

The doctor said no caffeine on these meds,
but then at work the girl’s brain isn’t there.

The doorbell rings in the middle of night,
I fear for a killer, but nobody is there.

A lot of people believe in a God,
but she can’t believe if nothing is there.

Extra Credit: Short Answer

a found poem

Music and the way it broke
through in such a huge way. The.
Music coming from other there was.
Completely different brought into the U.S.
And Bam you have it the Kinks come.
Out with "you really got me." These were.
A few successes of the invasion.

Phil Spector was know so his very
unique and extreme. Style of recording.
It is Brilliant Peter Gabriel Stole.
the same exact technique that Spector
had used Previously. The sounds and
tones were completely different than
anything heard before.

Extra Credit: Music Video Critique

a found poem

The video is very pointless compared to what
I may think the song means. I think
it is really a crazy ironic tribute to a woman
whom I may believe is cause he really loved
her or that girl and was obsessive and had a crazy love fetish.
Which he is in her box of love which is presented
near the end of the video when they are all sitting.
But at the same time he would do anything for her.
He has a passion over her that cannot be erased.
The term means that there is no love is one's
particular heart and favors to something very barren
and empty. I believe he has a lust over here
which eventually leads to his complaints also.
Or motherhood when he says he will eat your flesh.

Two Types of Headaches

It’s crows perched on the arch
of each orbital bone, pecking
at that brain tissue that controls emotion—
a jackhammer at my nerves—
at those lobes where ideas originate,
guarding them from forming
& I am so irritable, don’t
want to hear or see anything.

It’s rocks filling my skull,
replacing that swollen organ,
banging around, echoing.
The rocks push through bone,
push out my teeth
it is worse at night
when rocks grind
jaw distended,
everything is rocks.