Thoughts Prior to Dreams

I dream in blue

I see proteins and flesh and bodies.

I see crazy things.

People running and shooting and radiating and I’m reminded of my Crayola confessions.

Why would someone kill another over a crayon?

Primo Levy had his elements.

I tried that. I wrote about elements. I write about crayons.

I have these images before I fall asleep. Right when the dreams settle in.

Sometimes before I dream, I color instead.

Those are the thoughts you can control, more than you can control a dream, but thoughts, still a bit wild, not quite wanting to be tamed.

These thoughts, they fold over, they reveal misplaced memories under wrinkles in the fabric of time, and they melt in somber colors—monochromatic pigments.

Pigments or Prions?

Pigments or proteins?

I feel proteins folding. Misplaced proteins. That’s a disease.

Where was the mad cow?

Who has Kuru?

Certain thoughts can be drawn,

colored in so many shades of blue.

I Remember Them

For me they arrived with bubble gum. To others they were the world. Heroes retain their value. Heroes I flipped them. Flipped them, admiring colors and uniforms, the stiffness of the card Sharp corners Men lost with talent, passionate men lost young Sometimes I lost my cards and I cried eventually replaced them with others… Continue Reading

On My Pediatrician

From the Writer’s Journal 5/16/83 I dream of my pediatrician, Dr. King. He sees me ten years after he has last given me a checkup. I am an adult, but Dr. King still cares about my health. He cares about my health because he has watched me grow.  He has seen me from just past… Continue Reading

Where is Yo Rupture?

Pressure down there. Inside wants out. Bulges eventually break through. It was Andy told me about this one. Saw man with an aneurysm die waiting in a parked car. He saw it happening up close I from afar and now, we see you with bulging membranes and ballooning arteries snaking from one year into the… Continue Reading

A Statue is Born

I see A Star is Born (http://www.astarisbornmovie.com) and read reviews. https://www.nytimes.com/2018/10/03/movies/a-star-is-born-review-lady-gaga-bradley-cooper.html There are analogies to Pygmalion, Ovid’s tale of the sculptor’s dream of a woman, his ivory creation coming to life.http://hompi.sogang.ac.kr/anthony/Classics/OvidPygmalion.htm Do we sculpt a dream or are they whimsical, random events? Our brain’s way of making sense of an insane world? We dream. We die.… Continue Reading

Drinks with Trump

I’m in the street in some strange city it might be in Mexico or the Midwest. There’s some kind of pedestrian race going on. They may be on scooters or something but they are in the street and there are still cars along the way, the kind of traffic with drivers who don’t know what… Continue Reading

An Imperfect Aphrodite

You are tired, my goddess Worn and eroded by goodness Blemishes only enhance your beauty   We weather together Though life erodes Love deepens   Now you have forgotten me Your empty orbits chiseled Limestone eroded by a sea foam of tears Your memories pulverized in smoking fissures Luminous through vacant spaces   We weather… Continue Reading

Beware of Gifts From Your New Doctor

An acquaintance of mine recently found a new primary care physician accepting his insurance. He chose the name randomly from the health plan list. The doctor’s office, he explained was next door to a kind of Mom and Pop jewelry shop. Both the jewelry shop and the doctor’s office were victimized by frequent thefts, so… Continue Reading

I Followed Her

    I’m new to these parts so when I first see her along the lake, I keep my distance. Time takes on new meaning the moment you feel life change. After a few more bends, past the fragrance of algal pools and submerged beechwood, I make my approach. I’m gradual and polite, respectful of… Continue Reading