Wednesday, September 21, 2016

Forensic dreams

If you could paint the fog, 
there would still
be mandibles and eyes
from homeless dogs,
and jellyfish impressions 
left to feed relentless surfs.

If you could capture
denture fragments left,
would there be footprints
left for sea to wash away?

Would there be air or soil?
Would there be fractured bones?
Or would we feed the pyre
with living flesh of us?


  1. "crypt"-ic poetry ... Too funny. :) I also see "man-doubles and dyes." "Dogs" might be "gods," "jellyfish impressions" might be "jealous fie shrimp sessions" (with the "r"/"our" and "s" missing) ... I'm crazy. I just can't stop seeing this stuff! It makes me want to hide my head in the sand.

    "Capture" also hides "capped your," which makes me think of having caps on fake teeth. The teeth aren't even real, and there was so much sugar in them that they got cavities. Also, I see "would there be (an) heir."

    I love "feed the pyre" instead of "feed the fire." That's very clever.

    Something's definitely been fractured. Still, you know what I see ... always. :P

    1. I know what you see.. and i guess it all make sense when you read it over and and over... Love the word mandible though... somehow it tastes cruel and good at the same time.

  2. I have a passion for those "homeless dogs," Bjorn. Be they symbolic, which I didn't recognize, or literal. But Mrs. Jim has her rule which I respect, "If it dies or leaves, we won't replace it (or him/her) and it (ditto) can't come back."

  3. Lots of questions, Bjorn. Will we get the answers?
    Without air & soil, there won't be any life.