BY JAY WELLER
STAIRS SNAKE DOWN TO THE FLOOR
AND WIND THROUGH THE HALLS
CLOCK SPRINGS FROM THE WALL
AND MELTS IN THE HAND
SNAILS RAGGED CLIMB
CRIPPLED BY GHOSTS
EGG DRIPPING YOLK
COVERED WITH ANTS
SPINDLE LEGGED ELEPHANTS
OBJECTS UNMOVED
AND MOVING FAST
LOST AND MALIGNED
AND DISTORTED IN SPACE
SLAMS OPEN THE DOOR
FEAR OF THE DARK
AND THE WILL TO SURVIVE
THE HEAVENS SUPINE
THE STARS SETTLE ON
LIKE MAD LADIES FROM SPAIN
THE DOOR FALLS OUT OF ITS FRAME
FROM THIS MECHANICAL WORLD
TO BE SPEARED BY WHITE HORNS
BEATS ROYAL THE HEART
IN THE CRADDLE OF DREAMS
THE PASSAGE OF TIME
THE GREATEST ILLUSIONS ARE
FOUND IN THIS WORLD
BITES INTO THE BREAD
THE SNAILS HUMAN HEAD
BLENDS ALL OF THE THINGS
THAT REMAIN IN THE MIND
TIME IS ERRATIC
WHEN CONSUMED BY ONE’S DREAMS
ILLUSIONS ARE STRONGER
IN THE MECHANICAL WORLD
CONFUSED AND DECEIVED
BY WHAT YOU CAN SEE
MORE LIKELY FIND TRUTH
THERE IN YOUR DREAMS
AND THE DOOR AND THE STAIRS
AND THE FLOOR AND THE RAIN
LIKE MAD WOMEN FROM SPAIN
FALL OUT OF THEIR FRAMES
ONE PLUS ONE IS A DOG BARKING ORDERS
THE SOLUTION TO CHAOS IS RAMPANT DISORDER
HOW DO I KNOW, YOU ASK, PER CHANCE?
BECAUSE THE SKY IS BRIGHT PURPLE
AND IS SPREAD WITH A BRANCH (AND IT MELTS ON A BRANCH)