I've a pre-ammunition of a world untouch'
all gold and green, somnus South
fluid-full and feeling bleating farmlan'
to breathe dank plant air from snapping plastic bubble
'fore a stained wooden post on a coastal cliff
the bullet clap accomplice to folding knees
death 'fore a golden vein of dandelion
dream backdrop of a billy-killing.
con carne consortium.
Pre-ammunition of an arresting cardiac simulcast
heart & eye an apple-orange conductor
of a stereotyped film reel, bucolic in nature
but rendering a manifest destination that stay receding:
a velvet love for kin und dass, wem du kennst -
a coronary thread - sunny dopamine orb brushed
& forgotten until next time the summation season come.
What that mean is, a resplendent arcane vision become
a chest-wound from forking knife, bleeding mournful -
once you feel its distant province, or discover and then believe
that nightmare of heart made of dying dream.
An old reality became a modern dream -
a dusty earthen shelf of gold, replete with buzzing licks
(zip-a-dee doo-da)
in which a friend might be on a first-name basis with your livestock
pat the filthy fur of Mona
hoist the heaving feather breast of Cheeky
scratch the graying chin of Randy
ruffle the cumbersome floppy ears of Yer Lucky,
easy like a morning scale the three-post fence and be there for breakfast
lunch and dinner called supper
In which windows had drapes and candles stood in pots
with wonky stars punched thru, forged a million
copies signifying nothing but the reminder that
our widest capillary fails to reach the moon and men are small too.
Spake the Bard or God - the dream fade and become dim,
untethered a lick or circuit blown -
when the train of thought pass over a bruised, aching subject
or vacuum run over a frayed knot, afraid so.
