Dreamers

[westcoast]

I dreamt we were all losers
shouting into a black hole

Our words pulled prematurely
from hollow lungs

Rib cages collapsing
as slimy guts
oozed up into parched throats

______________________

[stilltrucking]

lungs solid
gasping for breath

he staggers forward
towards the oncoming tide

into the deep sinking
green shafts of light
descending

sleeper
dreams he is winning again
and the sea shall give up its dead

[mousey1]

slimy guts
make easy going
for parched throats
spilling out words
love
notes
hopes
slimy guts
all knowing
senses stretched
seamless
slimy guts
ooze
all over screens
someone, somewhere
knowing
just what they mean

[stilltrucking]

shinyo

slimey guts
enteric thinking
cascara and castor oil
keeps the brain clear


slimey words
words of hope
and despair
words that encourage
words that set snares

I dreamt
everyone was smiling
in anticipation
waiting for it to happen
Except me

but I had a gut feeling

and then I stood there bleeding

[WIREMAN]

shine-y
slime-y
a lil limon
never a lemon
as long as yer
movin' on

[stilltrucking]

women got so much more guts
to think with

what's a poor unwombman to do

I am moving

[westcoast]

put yer left foot in front or yer right front
and shake it all around baby

move it
move ment
for men

[stilltrucking]

I am a gutless wonder
full of rusty nails and pollywog tails

If I ever return to this world
in some future life
and I am full of sugar and spice

I pray the creator
to make me old
older than the old woman in the shoe
older than Barbara Bush even
let me born a hundred years old
with my breasts hanging down to my knees
my face lined and wrinkled
oh creator make me
so old that no man looks on me with desire

women make a fool out of me