Revisions

first of all,
it was nothing like that.
i had it in mind
you see...

everything is tainted
with a loss of memory

even the letters
transpose themselves under
the amnesiastic activities
of our neural connections

secondly,
it was not the one who drempt
but the one who saw the dream

in the editing room
you cut me out
lazy fingers

registered new life
resigned myself mummified
in tape and dead ends

it was until now
an hourglass
held me erect

scattered sand and rock and snow
my receipt was a token
and a five dollar bill

types of desire

flight so far away
a small place, quite

the rumble of the city
with friends
with silence

i can't control the urge
bleak
a rumble from my heart

the size of a fist
a slow wind

though my pillow is full
my bed is empty

dreams are my beginning
and my end