Awaken!

You’ve been sleeping too long!
Your life is a dream,
or you’ve dreamed your life.

What was it that was so important?
What errand beckoned with wonton necessity,
and base visceral dedication?

Try to remember what it was
that you were holding in your hand when you woke up and found nothing there,

clenched in that pale sweaty paw.
Was it your pen?
The telephone receiver?
The hand of a loved one?
Was it a gun?
Or nothing at all?

Oh hell.

It was just a dream anyway.

Shake out of it!

Try to remember what happened
before your dreaming.
Before today.
What happened yesterday?
The images flutter like moth wings around a dead lightbulb
in a sun lit room in the bottom of a dark hole that seems to be looking back.

Yesterday.

Looking back on Yesterday, it occurs to you,
is like looking back to a previous life.

A suggestion comes from a source that you are compelled to follow,
boldly if awkwardly
like lambs tumbling before the feet of their mother.

Your mind and spirit accommodate themselves to this suggestion until an invasive thought disrupts the peace. What do I have to do today? What is it that was so important? What errand beckons with such brutal obligation?

Fortitude crumbles before catastrophe and an eternity in darkness.
Try to remember what it was you were doing…before…you…went…back…to…s…l…e…e…e…e…p.

Awaken!

Before Morpheus cradles you in his vaporous chambers,
lush with sweets and tender pink cherries ripe for the fucking-

PLUCKING!

Does that dream hold the answer?
Somewhere in the anter-rooms of the great master of dreams,
you dropped something which you clung to desperately in your hand.
Where did it go if not betwixt the sheets?

Abandoned, irreplaceable,
mourn the passing of needful things,
for there is no warren in paradise
where they may be laid to rest.

The doting eyes of the damned,
ignorant to their fate are the sting to hell’s flame,
reaching out to you as you conjor the black pool of memory
to rekindle the torch in these catacombs, where dreams may be had,
where heavy hands may lay to rest below Acheron’s passing gaze.

Awaken!

Return not to unknown horrors and delicate lucidity!
Look at what lies before you at this very moment.
A blanket drawn over your body.

A wall,

A picture of purple flowers,
hanging.

The light of morning, carving objects out of the darkness.

An erection which has blossomed into a manifold form,
some what human and warm.

Tender and voluptuous like eel skin stretched over hot dough.
The fruit which you hath left to rot upon the reeking sty
and roll obscenely in the straw which mock your bedsheets.

But it will not roll. It’s flesh is blue, or rather translucent, laced with robins egg arabesques, blooming with Baroque verscimilitude. The flesh is grey and cold as brutus’ dagger.

Snap out of it!

Time is precious, concentrate on what’s in front of you. The objects in the room hum mysterious melodies that seem to emanate from an aura inside, and yet without. Faint and archaic. The ecstatic cries of Pythagoras fill the room. Euclid dozes on your temple, translating each note into a numerical expression.

A wasp flies close to the ground, and your ears quake from within. It sails over the desolate canopy and comes to rest again on the lonely height. (rocks climb on top of each other and all they make is the seas shore).

Awaken!

Those objects sing to you, be ware!

Yesterday, you died.

What lies before you,
breast fed by the light of milky dawn is today!

But they sing with no meaning,
those fair toys and gilded scatterings of garbage.

Their alphabet is burned away,
the codices accumulating soil and creeping vines.

Keep your focus.
Remember what it is you’re supposed to do today.
Which of the aweful members of this screeching chorus holds the answer?
Euclid drones, Pythagoras has soiled your taste for meat pies.

A picture,
a woman,
a smile.

De ja vu!

A second elapses,
but is sweeter that the preceeding one.

A whirl wind of emotions.
A pen upon a book of empty pages
upon which these letters forming these words have been made.

Yesterday I died,
today I am born.

To night I sleep,
Tomorrow-

I will wake again!