Treasure Island

Dah Helmer

I Dream Of Anne Sexton

Because I am a dream sometimes I hang-on like a water drop
with nowhere to go, in trance like a stranger lost within self.

There are no requirements for dreams or for their persistent rumors
that curl like tight fingers around the gut, that empties the sky

of creation's light. In this dream-reel: On the last morning before
his arrest Jesus buried his sacred seed in Mary Magdalene's ovulating body

while sucking on her dark nipples, sucking-in a mouthful of oxygen,
light and love. He covered her heart with his as they savored each others

animal bodies, almost like camels gulping water, only to acknowledge
God at the moment of their bliss: Oh God! Oh God! Yes! Yes! Yes!

Because I am a dream within a dream I dream of Anne Sexton
announcing: I dream that I can piss in God's eye and that the dark light

in his mind is mine too which like a black lotus floats down to
murky darkness. Because I am a dream evil climbs inside of me

as if I were a playpen exposing all of God's juxtapositions: Life and death,
Evil said both of these are God.

God blew his mind into ours only to create an abundance of living
hate and love, fire and ice, droughts and floods, lies and truths.

Because humanity is a dream, humanity possess all of
God's flaws, wickedness, crimes and evil.

Submitted: Thursday, October 25, 2012
Edited: Thursday, October 25, 2012

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From my second book: 'The Second Coming' (2012) published by Stillpoint Books, Spokane, Washington. Available on Amazon, search:
'The Second Coming/dah'

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  • R. H. Peat (10/27/2012 4:25:00 PM)

    The tyger lives inside the gut of the dream. It tears at the intestines and growls out the ass. Turned inside out we are the same like a reversible jacket. An illusion of ourselves we drown in our own sorrows through our own choices. A single moment of passion will set us adrift on an eternity. A wonderful poem. A chip of the bigger picture we can be the negative or the positive. It is printed as you see it.

    a poet friend
    RH Peat (Report) Reply

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