when i slept i dreamt that we were married

some hearse caught in the colors of the kite

which plunged its frill and preened its might

with lose and rusty colored bands that shook and trilled

its bright and downy heights

this formed a trail that reached over the treeline

and lay with the slack of some politicians regalia

painting the room in sparks and steel and loose leaf

following this line up and over the dike we laid upon a travelers dice

made from bone and palm sweat and covered in blood from rolling overnight

this drank of all the common prisons and shuttered my flying soul

still further within the curling frond    

whose tender sweet parts

crept like streetlights and gave purpose to my watering mouth

for you must learn lessons from your tea

your root and flower herb and sprite

steep without and we will drink your innards, your juices, bile

whatever may not be bound so tightly

but leaving your shell, your connective tissues, so arrogant and flagrant in their lines

gathering up our fortune's bundle, the causeway is carved into the mountain

leading the tread and bothersome soles to flap and strain as if chin and head were thrown at the wind

resting quietly on some perching stone the landscape was painted with peat and moss and some tyrants spit

but this effort is stabbing

it is as if the coarse and gilded lumps to swallow

also drove to form some growing dagger

its point closer and closer to the edge of the crest and sines of our wavering throats