you were in my dream last night.
i walked through a dark room
where you were
sleeping on the floor.
you werent quite asleep
and i stopped and kneeled
by your pallet of blankets
and a flying carpet.
then,
your blankets were a tent
we were under.
love & trepidation
love & trepidation
godless & songless, western man dances with the stuffed gorilla through all the blind alleys of a dead-end world.
-maxwell bodenheim
-maxwell bodenheim
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