dispatches from dreamland - constance cooper
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she painted a bloody arrow to the stars

 

she painted a bloody arrow to the stars
so that we might see them

she drew an arrow in the sand
an arrow made of blood

she pulled an egg out of the earth
the warm earth between her legs

she buried the egg in the air
she danced into the sky

nodding off in the concert hall
the aliens got the best of her

at the top of the stairs
she froze me there

froze me with her eyes
i thought i'd die

 

 

 

wrap your troubles in dreams

 

i.

a balm. a salve. a miracle elixir.

a drop on the tip of the tongue.

 

trace the play of the blue day.

live inside that single thought.

 

a miracle. a balm. a savage elixir.

pushpins into the slow blue sky.

 

and you thought this would help you trace the play of days?

 

 

ii.

"do you dream in color?" eyes ask.

i could write the book of eyes. 

part one- the eyelids: rise, fall, feint.

 

 

iii.
riots of silent idioting.
garish colors splashed across a wall.

a mural by the damned.
pussy pastiche whips a henchman's daughter while i

i and my marigolds lilt on by.

 

 

iv.

woke up underdressed in a sunflower field
mona lisa tramp stamp on my forearm
grit between my teeth
smarty dust in the air
it felt like christmas
until it didn't

 

 

v.

self-mutators
bring us your nervous flowers
your tectonic handshakes
we'd like to shine a light

mirror no mirror
you look divine

dum dums
in coats made of fur
your cities await by the sea
you grew up and long in their streets
 
ancient city where you lived
alive with birds
rorschachs alighting from trees
framed against an orange sky

their songs your mantra

now grown old still

you never forgot

in all songs, a place for mexican trumpets 

 

 

vi.

love grows on trees
courdoroy has something to say
bats collect in bethlehem
haitian thought police have no jurisdiction here 

our haircuts go on joyrides

but never tell us where
trace the source, hobo dan
"don't worry, i've been velvet proofed"
lean into it, billingsly
if you're on the periphery

we've a place for you

 

 

vii.

and so it came to pass
we built our own shrines to zeros and ones
information cathedrals
these voluntary second skins
submerge-emerge-submerge 

 

 

viii.

changing rooms for changelings
locker rooms for specters
powder rooms for tricksters
devils steal babies and leave stones behind
trolls take children for fun
inside the forest, the bloodletting begins

 

an ice cream social for the damned
you're the guest of honor
a tea party for the honeymoon killers
we've a seat set aside for you
a bowling league for the soulless
and you're invited
a factory for the senseless
you'll be the foreman 

 

 

ix.

pull a card from the pile.

dance like truman capote.

neckties and martinis.
who writes his novel from the backseat of a two-tire ford?

mass romantics leap into polluted city rivers. 

and so it goes!

 

 

x.

native american mainframes.

gilly and wiggles fried the autodoc.

veronex cyper blacks the sky.

glass cities reflect twin bright suns.

baby flamehead, don't you know?

they say vid feeds steal one's soul.

 

 

xi.

fell in love with a wisp of a girl

out past the treatment plant

where rivers carry pollution into the estuary 

summer came and went

we asleep in the sun

 

 

xii.

suicide notes no suicides
barking slot machines
blinking dogs chains unchained
baby's nightmares set to henry mancini scores 
cry baby, cry! 
aloft on stickery fins
coke machines. unanswered questions
shrugged. maybe my death my answer?

maybe love?
cry baby, cry!

 

 

xiii.

you dreamt you were a grim fandango
you dreamt you were a meter maid
you dreamt you were a shadow
you dreamt you were a carnival
you dreamt you were a cranky robot
you dreamt you were a portrait in silk
you dreamt you were a star of hairs
 you dreamt you were a bank heist
you dreamt you were cracked asphalt
you dreamt you were a sailor's wedding
you dreamt you were a gunshot
you dreamt you were a pencil factory
you dreamt you were a fender bass
you dreamt you were a game show
you dreamt you were an x
you dreamt you were a zoot suit
you dreamt you were a wasted afternoon
you dreamt you were a tree-lined street
you dreamt you were a cowboy's fugue state
you dreamt you were a fistfight in zero g
you dreamt you were a color
you dreamt you were a religion
you dreamt you were an unnamed comet
you dreamt you were a cartoon shut-in
you dreamt you were a dashboard figurine
you dreamt you were actionable intelligence
you dreamt you were someone's nostalgia
you dreamt you were a paper route
you dreamt you were a bashful junkyard dog
you dreamt you were a waitress on a smoke break
you dreamt you were a mexicali commando
you dreamt you were an unbroken wedding vow
you dreamt you were a helicopter's shadow moving across someone else's lawn
you dreamt you were that space wherein contradictions live
you dreamt you were a photo on a divorcee's houseboat
you dreamt you were a plastic saint inside a vending machine
you dreamt you were a dream's dream
you dreamt you were a mad heiress

you're the invention you know best

 

xiv.

the future lurches in fitful stops  

the future belongs to non-binary mulattoes with angel-poise lamps

 

xv.

falling 

indeterminate

in the midst of time

i did for she

she did for mine

 

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