Life and
Times
of the Bedsheet
the emetophobia
he goes through
just when his young man hands
touch something as soft as
Blankey- that culprit, that minty mat captivator
What is as soft as all of that?
as all of that slavery?
How could tucking himself into the corners
of the friendly flat monster make him
hear the jeer of the fabric speak calmly
"It's all okay" when he really wasn't- - -
tied around him like a stylized straight jacket
forced to see every single bird and bee
To this day, even if it only fits around a little of his groin and stomach he will lay beneath it.
For Blankey is his-
and he is Blankey's.
of all sorts
and sizes
full of magic and surprises
with dining room chairs
or over tree limbs with the old sheets full of tears
or the short lived saw horse forts
When, upon pulling back the sheet-
there was their neighbor, sitting, naked.
"What are you doing???"
"I thought- I just wanted to- I don't know"
and quickly dressing, ran back home.
not at all existential
experimentally straying away from the couth
elemental is spraying, streaming
she did it again
a downright alchemy within her own bed
and definitely not the last time.
Lie beneath me
to release me
slip of sight sees out
to the slip of the man
watering his lawn
just away from my window
Stand and stretch the sheet around my nakedness
cross over to the window
his lover comes out
beelines casually towards him
picking a flower
putting it in her hair
just outside my window
please- - -
tear a hole in this for me to get out
make a window into my dormant desires
Laying beneath me
releasing into me
this is cheap
but hotel sheets
white with weddingesque white satin across the top of it
increase the illusion.
Ribbon running up over my back and down again.
It is a thin, sealed mouth
these sheets won't speak of spills and secrets
"How many husbands have you had?"
"Mine or other women's?"
"Yours!"
"Five, yes, just the five. Husbands should be like Kleenex: soft, strong, and disposable."
dee-dooper
no strings attached
the billowy thing tied around my neck
flying back
today as a phaser blast endowed
telepathically attuned
super strong
super tough
super buff
Touched only by my sleek sexy cape
leaping off the gutter into the ether
all at once a suicide jumper
a sleek sexy noose
and red trickling dreams as sequins
mummified in spandex
I save the world
I get the girl
I fly away
home.
An unwelcome friend
An adulterer against the dream of someone else
unappeared.
Reserved
Unpossessed.
The only exorcized part of the house
Begetting questions about the heart of the one
who built the fantasy.
Waiting
Abating
hope for a prince arriving
Expectations diving
Dreams clenched into a frown
by the busy everydays of filth and its cleaning
hunger and nourishing
a slaving away until wasting away
Set up a mausoleum for the unarrived guest
for the unfulfilled best.
A hole is left
bed made around it
room built around that
and then a city and then a life
but will this dream commit to be the wife
of the yet unseen?
What is right?
What is left
behind
before
All the fiddle faddle of anticipation
More people waiting
than the messiah meant to arrive.
Don't stain me
Don't blame me
Don't use words like 'sin'
People fall short again and again-
Phantasmal Snow White
A reclining emptiness
Placed like a wake
at a dead in
in the maze of me.
Dark red of a tongue
probing
A strobing stasis of a mythic mouth
an afterthought of your own
Shut slim silent line recalling ribbons, and reams of red dreams on white
Open only like an unused fountain, poised and ready for a scream civilized people are not entitled to.
Have you bled? And reserved the blood
as a drought with which to wake me?
as a toast with which to welcome me?
Above all else, why red?
tear a hole in this for me to get out
make a window into my dormant desires