Dream Escape Postcard
Time passes…
I’m awake.
My lover sleeps.
What holds me
In the past?
What holds my heart in abeyance?
Where does shame become
A bludgeon to wake my dreams?
Longing takes a turn
Towards rage and rage
Takes a detour:
A flat … air let out… a slow leak.
Mahayana wheels
Worn to the wires
On the rutted-road of remorse.
Changing the tire…
Shit! No spare…
Echoes of high Himalayan
Despair’s night of the
Void I rest my soul…
A vehicle frozen in time.
High desert landscape
Left of old Route 66…
An empty highway
Nostalgia sick
I send a postcard dreamscape
Of this glassy mirage.
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