I keep porous dreams

And vapid lovers.

I measure myself

Against their ticking

Mouths and unfed

Gazes, their warmth

Rendering a sense

Of mysterious desert

In search for grapelike

Raindrops of oasis.

And when the fat,

Indulgent rain showers

Away the errant steps,

I storm the skyline

And cloud the touch,

I whisper the malice

And bite away the cry,

I am humanly unsound.

Dreams float, lovers

Beckon at stray smiles,

The world and I nod

In matching approval.


2 thoughts on “Self-portrait

  1. louiskasatkin

    Ephemeral, enchanting, ethereal, entrancing. These could be jottings from Joni Mitchell herself.


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