Dream #13 Poem by Kyle Schlicher

Dream of the blue ugly
And you will never see the smooth whispers
Of the moon behind shadows of misty gardens.
Ask who is there but do not have a need to know.
Stop to think and they will scream at you.
Lie to them and then watch
As their weakness turns to love.
A petal of beauty falls into the storm and is lost forever
As a sweet repulsive wind swims above
This symphony of bloodless rain.
Cool chanting moment is but a knife
Driven deep, deeper into those still pictures
Sleeping in bitter recall.
Trip in the rusty light & shine true & delirious
Like a diamond lusting in those visions
Of a winter sky in your head.
I AM YOUR SAD DELICATE DEATH
AND
YOU ARE MY MAD MUSIC.

(3-12-1975)