Shifting Sand

What dreams come from such foolish tastes,
Only the mind can whisper to Vanity.
Who is Vanity ?
An endless face of strung fish tales and lies.
The crippled sister to Drama
delighting in the company,
alas sharing a cup of tea with Greed and Stars.
Planets wheel from within the Top
A mere child's toy left for the false Yule
when you let St. Peter sing that Holy Night.
A crippled god birthed in Dream,
A field of sand...remember build not on shifting sands.

Where I'm From, I Am.

I am part of the Great I Am.

I am the dances of Celts
to the Natives of Desert.
I am horses
barebackriding under hot days.
I am Summer Pools
and Winter Dreams from under a prickly cactus.

I am blue corn and hot peaches.

I am white paint on the bark
no sun burns for me.
I am Hunter
I am Choir
I am Writer
I am sad child - my disease unknown and undiagnosed.
I am confused, something's missing,
        it's now gone, gone forever...

I am.
I was.
Something.
Someone.
Somebody.

The Twins: Nausea and Queasy

Nausea is a cross-dresser that never works out; but how they stay anorexic thin amazes me. They eat the slime from the bottom of the garbage disposal and drink three-day-old coffee.
When Nausea's a woman, she carries a neon-green purse the size, and shape, of Kentucky.
When Nausea's a man, he downs his best five-piece suit, each piece a different tie-dye pattern, but every piece has pink in it...somewhere!
Nausea as a woman rides a pink bicycle built for two. Her little bug-eyed pug running behind in tow.
Nausea as a man drives a rusted '76 yellow Ford diesel truck with a 36" lift kit; exhaust pipe farting clouds of smoke.
He's the asshole that lets his dog crap in your yard...an when he's wet he smells just as bad as that dog. He's the one you never invite to the party, but somehow he manages to show up...but for some reason it's never a "real" party if he isn't there.

Their twin sister Queasy has one blue eye and one brown eye. Despite all of doctor's efforts, the brown eye is still lazy. She has buck teeth, the only two left in her head. She collects porcelain cat statues and is fond of the color red. Her 1970 AMC Gremlin is a patchwork of odd colors and dents. She is quite often mistaken as Paris Hilton when seen walking down the steet...especially if she's seen in the Red Light District.

TomFoolery's Word

I saw your word Vellum and stole it
for the sheer TomFoolery left for when we're old.

Apple trees in the graveyard.
hug me in the doorway to Dream.
Just one last night of us - alone in
the eye of a paperclip.

Stop! Freeze! Endulge my lover,
In the wading pools of essential joy
                                                   left for the blood in a stone.

So,
Dream on little Dreamer! Dream on!
Shhhhhh...I won't tell!