Who's woke and has a fat a*s?

I am different than you. Black Friday passed and I didn't buy a new flat screen

or "The Merry Christmas Chipmunks Songbook". What I mean is that the world is far more

dangerous than when I left it last evening. I dreamed of things profligate. 

Which is a lie. I dreamed of being slimmer with my P-90X CD's staring up at me

like the eyes of a fatherless boy. "I have to loose these thigh's"

i say, running my hand down the angle of my stretch pants as if

stroking the back of the dog they put to sleep in 94. I dreamed like

a Ragi dreams, his garments untouched by the soil of sheep; by the unclean goth of

existence. I stumble thru the house chanting imy Sikh Gurudwara 

Shabads (in Motown of course) in different Ragas. I

surround myself in books and porn. Porn poems, where the lover wants me unclean

and unprotected. And I levitate from the lap of the 25 year old Simmons and Clark

mattress, beneath a sun untouched by the fear of clouds. Can you imagine it"

It hurts me, but when I pass the giant mirror I pretend to not be wanting.

I'm a God there. Mighty with the body of Beyonce' and her brown hair

and the lush she calls her skin, and an ugly husband, and a child dressed in the

fashions iv'e created. Not dead. then an old man reaches the bathroom feature film

and like the rain that stirs the outer reaches of your sutra ; where aluminum foil is the soap dish

and paper towels plays the part of Charmin, the weatherman tells me of the bitter cold

as if the tile floor, like a lizard, cools itself: Beloved,

Dreaming causes the soul

no permanent harm. 

Reviews

[D Connolly]

Your poetry always sort of leaves me at a loss for words; it's like you say it all, and if I try to add anything I'd just be taking away from it. I love to just absorb your words and relate when I can, like with this one. You make me smile.

[h d e rushin]

thank you D. Connolly for those kind remarks my friend....I'm working on some new things for the new year.....Some a little less crazy perhaps.....love...dana

[Ken Simm.]

This is a dialogue staight to the reader 's heart. wherever you are in the western world this will it home and perhaps if you have the subtlety, take you further. I love this conversation. I think you dreams are heart dana or is it Art? I tend towards both.

[h d e rushin]

thank you my dearest Ken......dana

[cs richardson]

I've had those days many a time: I love the last line, yes dreaming is ok, even if it's dark or dirty. Good work.

[h d e rushin]

thank you so much cs.........love you..dana

[Ed Hart]

rest in the knowledge that your muse is skinny and lithe

[h d e rushin]

thank you dearest Ed and happy holidays to you....dana

[jacob erin-cilberto]

what can i say...the others said it so well...the dreamscape you create here...mixed with the reality of cold floors, paper towel toilet paper...

makeshift life that is the reality...caressing our thighs imagining we are thinner, prettier, handsomer...what we wish is so seldom what we have...

i am always blown away by what and the way you write.

j.

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear brother....some times we wake up in the middle of the night with an idea........it's crazy isn't it? have a happy holiday ....dana

[emmajoy]

Not only does your mind dance, your fingers caress but your lips smile through every word.. i thi-ink.

To wake up to delve into a thought process about your .. anatomy .. and the reminders it brings to bear seems extraordinarily muddled with music, vision, as well as the dreams you've left behind.
(Need research a few, young innocent that i am.. not!)
Seems the vision of past self far exceeds the hope of things to come - especially over.indulging in the time to come. Your home surroundings are conjurors in their own convoluted right... each corner is a reminder of...

Must stop, keep reading this, thinking somehow of 'Alice through.. ' - How i pray to find phrases like the following some day, ' ..if the tile floor, like a lizard, cools itself: Beloved,reaming causes the soul no permanent harm. '

Certainly not from where i'm looking, magician.

[h d e rushin]

Beloved....thank you so much for these wonderful words....Wishing you the best this holiday season....dana

[Poet]

I loved it.

"Mighty with the body of Beyonce..."

"As if a tile floor, like a lizard, cools itself"

Fantastic imagery!

[h d e rushin]

thank you dear friend....dana