Enchanted Trip To Get Lozenges Poem by Warren Falcon

for Carey

Your waking dream. A vision true. Tells you how you are. Also
where. A nuance between prayer. And changing. Meant to write
chanting. Wrote changing again. Which lizards do. And dragons.
Again. And again. Insistent. Shed skins. Peel off mirrors. Scales
overlapping. Where one might impel. Herself. To gaze. Or dance
upon. Entangling feet with. Once was. Now gone. Chant is not
song. All this goes on. A prayer. In aisle 3. The chemical store.
Searching for a voice. She says. My own, To soothe. Gratitude.
A lizard throat. A child's jar. Backseat car. Not there yet. A later
return to. Lake's wild side. Slippery. In the hand. Prayer here is demand.

A woman will go far to find out who she is and how she are.

Red cord for protection. A throat. A cabal of selves. Get to know.
Conspire. To be pals with the Divine. Recollected from school because.
She. Says who. It brings her lizard. When It, bearded. Does.

A girl will. For going. Far go. Out find she. Who. How she are.