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Christopher Soden: Days of Dreaming

suppose the life you swallowed was not

yours but moonlight

.

gone sour a glass key you needed

to secure suppose the dead were not

.

the strychnine you imagined but crooned

as you chewed upon rough bread

.

and gruyere solemn and relaxed

suppose you found an entire afternoon

.

to loll naked upon your bed

smoking clove and reflecting

.

on burroughs and baudelaire

suppose every bruise

.

on your shoulders sprouted

blue feathers and grief

.

was a bridge to rich infinite

slumber suppose the beckoning

.

swim was a terrified prayer

so luminous and light you felt god

.

brimming from your ears


Copyright 2017 Christopher Soden

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This entry was posted on June 16, 2017 by in Poetry and tagged , .
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