DREAMING WITH STEPHEN & JOHN

they flee from the city
with feet lit crimson
& headlights in their hands

& happy clouds will love you
& the storm clouds match your gloom

& the stark scaffold of nude timbers
where words dwell with their ink 

welcome you in quiet moderation

then spurned

with no why 

they chase you 

thru the mist

to the beach at the end of the world
& you lunge
at a loss
into the weak grey surf

& you land home
to the windows & the colour
& what 

you say 

in the 

stephen king & john carpenter 

was that ?

AN ENDING FRAG

& afterwards

we

slog

hollow boned
up
the 

hill
to the witches condo

where we had hung up our coats

& our gone pets 

are 

darting & glitching

in 

the  

periphery fuzz & snow

of 

the 

early gloom of valley dusk

HEAD WEATHER VISA

the only time 
to
act 
as 
a tourist acts
is
when
the
inside rain clouds gather
and 
infiltrate your given light
with their rented gloom

notice it
lift your camera
but
know
this
is
not
where you live

know the dark weather
for its transience
and
if
your
zen
allows
it
then thank it
with gratitude
that
you
live
privileged to see
both
sides
of
this
strange coin
even
as
the lightning strikes
your hired hatchback

and there is an edge
to this coin
and if you straddle there

for work
for safety 
or in a hatless crisis

make
sure
you
call
it
Journey
or 
Motel

as it no place
to make camp
for
long

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