Some Surreal Spirals

1: Play Pretend

We’ll play pretend

And dance on painted clocks

We’ll hold a candle tight

And place it on the dead

We’ll lock a broken hand in place

Preserve it in the water

We’ll stare at the dying snails

And rejoice in a spiral

We’ll ride infinite rainbow crosses

To times gilded ending

A distant cool blaze

We’ll block the gates with fingers

And drown the night in color

We’ll kiss our arms with teeth

And stretch our mouths wide

We’ll fit shoulder in mouth

And drain the flesh

We’ll wear our bones like gowns

And shape them to numbers

We’ll squeeze everything

Into our mouths

Until we are nothing

We’ll sit on the edge of time

Pretending to fiddle

Making the motions

Without any feeling

We look at each other

And throw ourselves off

And land on the past

Back on the clock

We’ll play pretend

Until time makes us real

We’ll wear our mythic masks

Until they wear our spirit

We’ll bow to the audience

Until they can’t see us

We’ll ignore our future

Until there is no past

We’ll be circular bodies

Sleeping on the clocks

Pretending to dance

With face in hand

Searching for digested arms

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Dance within the blue eclipse

Where wooden labyrinths burn

There is a cloudy ocean within the skull

Erase it with the clay

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3: Rusty Iron Door

There was a bronze door

In the lions jaw

I peeled the nails from its hands                                      

And twisted the spiral knobs

The door opened forever

Infinitely unraveling

I reached out

Hoping you’d kiss my little straw hands

But my wooden nose

Could not take the lies

And kept XXXXXX

Behind the

rusty iron door.