raven-writing-desk

i watch
     with small crescent-ized eyes

the angry
cat tails
     swish-wishing around me
          in this room fulla rockin chairs.

i'm dreaming at my
     writing desk

     --been using my brain
          as a paperweight
               for the shadowy onion-skin
                         sheets of blank poem pages--

     my garret-window
          feeds me a breeze
          and i sip a butterfly's blood.


i mouth to the yowling crew
     with sticky white lips:




"hush. listen to the sun crashing down.
listen to the moon roaring up.
i'm listening, my dears.
i'm listening.
i'm
     dreaming  over here."

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