I shuffled through a dream today
Apparently more than one
I was told it was a whole street of them
By the confident sign that invited me in
1000’s of swishing blue booties
Filed across heavy grained floors
Carrying 1000’s of gawkers
Excited to see a dream in real life
All the while the cabinets
In the closet in the master suite
Endured 1000’s of discerning approvals
For their bold color choice
Especially considering the shower tiles
And just like any other dream
It was a parade of faceless faces
Drawing lazy circles above the carrion
Waiting for an aspiring recluse
To lock their self inside
Without a struggle
To slip below the surface
Of a sea of stuff
-T. Weeks
(A response to “Outlines for a Tomb [G. P., Buried 1870]”)
Life Immense 