Christopher Soden: Days of Dreaming

suppose the life you swallowed was not

yours but moonlight

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gone sour a glass key you needed

to secure suppose the dead were not

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the strychnine you imagined but crooned

as you chewed upon rough bread

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and gruyere solemn and relaxed

suppose you found an entire afternoon

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to loll naked upon your bed

smoking clove and reflecting

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on burroughs and baudelaire

suppose every bruise

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on your shoulders sprouted

blue feathers and grief

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was a bridge to rich infinite

slumber suppose the beckoning

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swim was a terrified prayer

so luminous and light you felt god

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brimming from your ears

Copyright 2017 Christopher Soden

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