Night sky swollen black
There should be stars there is
faint light but no points visible
Only in a dream world can there be
a sky like this
Rolling through the parking lot in
a silver car
Somewhere in mysterious mountains
not the West but somewhere not home here in the South
Small wisps of fog slither over the
ground
Get to the place to stop and park
All of the car is gone in that
moment except for the driver side door, which I am holding by the handle
The window is down
Then that too is gone all of it
Cars that had been dimly and
indistinctly present were also absent
Fell to the ground in sudden fit of
color torrents of collars patterns complexities and rushing art storms all
around
Flesh stretching bending fate
diamond light scream into null flame of goose baby rabbit upstanding in a corn
flake god’s cereal bowl
Everything becoming something more
than once and less than negative
Flashing back to tsunami parades of
rainbow pulsations
And then dawn whispered…
