#608 Spilled Whine Scene

a bottle of red for a sucker’s dollar
as a part of an end in a rotten day
washcloth time marks hysterical squalor
to next weeks discount on cheap chardonay

wish for time you supple kid
wish for response to eternal laughter
wish for a fork to eat what you did
and a knife to pardon this falling rafter

a bottle of red for a nick and a dance
the emperor’s dead from a fleeting glance:
i once was a parrot, learning to cry
but now i cry, but now i die, but now i lie

from a bottle of red, from a sucker’s dollar
keep the receipt after blush dismay
if you turn your head from the huckster’s holler
its the end of the show but the start of the play

#607 Moonrise Over Loop 288

moon butter floating
over flutter frost harvest
dissected by cars

#606 Floodgate

i haven’t been dreaming lately, so i just make them up in photoshop.
this imagined dream is about impending flood, or perhaps, flood restrained by men in towers.
if i get up from my computer and look through the kitchen window into the backyard i’m sure i’ll see a muddy mess. its raining here, and a hurricane fast approaches. i am digging a line in the clay soil out back to redirect a personal flood which happens because of poorly placed drainpipes. but i’m not finished- tools are out there, and though the pipe lays in its ditch, it remains unconnected, and unable to function its intended purpose. as vulnerable as it all might be, i am unwilling to don rain gear and gain control of things out there.
in photoshop i cut and paste a diagonal plank of wood into the composition: to add confusion, to mimic thoughts i’m having.
in this imagined dream men in towers push buttons that close gates to prevent flood waters from coming in.
but then, i mean, what if, i think i might be trapped on the wrong side of the gate!

#605 Dye?

I got a bouquet of flowers. I took them home cut them out of their plastic wrap. soon I separated some of the varieties into their own water vase. one group of flowers was ultra-pink. then, after one night the water that they were in became pink, same as the petals. Did some farmer put dye in the plant to make it more pink?
Pink came out of the stem into the water, just like one time when I left a pink marshmallow in a water spot: the next morning I remember a sticky pinkish stain. Then it occurred to me that I should make an image of that pink water, in the morning, as the sun came up to shine through my kitchen window, and I drank coffee with soy milk.