eventually, the elephants will stampeed us into oblivion.

I dreamt of an old girlfriend last night.

And

since we are no more independent entities

than the dream figures in our own dreams.

And since Vishnu sleeps on the skin

of a great serpent, what I thought

was the sweater I bought for her a holiday ago,

(the one she ties around her waist to hide her hips)

was a suicide belt that blew the both

of us into tiny

titular bits of darkened  flesh and tooth crowns. We

were later

identified only by what we

knew of each other.

By the space explosions scatter the sparrows to.

By the black-eyed-Susan's their summer

run fertilizes.

Reviews

[Corset]

People blow up over the most mundane things, its because they don't know how to deal with the emotional surge without calling names or throwing punches, much the way in those videos the long lost returning home soldiers dog wails at his returning master in agony when it recognizes him and writhes in overload on the floor. Boom, if you feel an emotion explosion you know how to control, you can deal better...sparrows don't worry about where the sweater came from or whos turn it is to wear it...they probably have the attention span god gave a goose, so we try to have patience with those who don't know what or how to feel about a situation. is this about Niburu? lol

[h d e rushin]

people have told me that this is a crazy poem...but Beyonce' has 60 million followers on instagram. which means that nothing really makes sense anymore.....We follow what the other sparrow follows mostly..I love your words here my friend....Love the way your thoughts cling to me...dana

[Corset]

lol, I must admit I am not one of them, but I follow you my friend like an ant follows a trail to sugar :P

[Ken Simm.]

This is as complex as it gets Dana. It will require more than one reading and several bouts of severe thinking to realise your various meanings and allusions. And that is exactly what it is going to get. Although I enjoy the ones that I can get so far. Vishnu for instance. I'll be back.

[h d e rushin]

dearest Ken: I have to catch myself when things get out of hand, like this one did....sorry... which means I have much work to do as a writer.....thank you so much, as always, for your insight....dana

[Rocans (Asher)]

Interesting poem indeed. The title made me laugh. I admit I had to reread this several times; each time I got a tad bit closer to understanding some of the allusions. "And since Vishnu sleeps on the skin of a great serpent" I like this line the most as it ingeniously sets up the catastrophe that was to come. Didn't quite understand this fragment "By the space explosions scatter the sparrows to."

Eventually the flesh will fade, and the realest things will be concepts and memories.

[h d e rushin]

so true Rocans....the flesh is fading as we speak.....concepts and memories is yourself doubling back and wondering "did anything really happen". thank you my friend....dana