. . .and Jungle Gardenia crash on Pine-Sol and beer. . .
The past has been hacking into my dreams
bundled with legitimate claims to sleepless nights
I sip coffee as if it were a linking potion
an organic
short cut
way out
into day
the valley's bright haze
beyond the blind
a sort of soft shelter
from the mismatch
of dream-frames split
time-set spandrels
mind's misplaced –tectures
traipsed among
re-assumed places and events
they trail away as smoke plumes
from the high planes overhead
starting their long decent
their mechanical howl
dealing with turbulence
the reminiscence bump
code culled
tapped from the deepest possible vein
where patching up
fenestral wounding
flagging recognition
shapes sentimental logograms
of the awareness hope
that what we write is read
Valverde October 2008