Hafeem haze

We spoke of dreams you and I,
Dreams induced by that narcotic high.

When we, that's you and I, became one,
That hafeem haze cleared to reveal-
Tree lines that felt like ocean waves,
Stars that looked like Gogh’s exploding orbs,
Wispy clouds, which made quiet whooshing sounds.


The blurred people faces that all looked alike,
Asked me in a single voice what it felt like


Like a dream said I-
A dream where I am also the dream,
A dream I couldn't tell the beginning or end of,
A dream where the dream wondered,
What I am like when not in this narcotic shroud.

Pour une fille vraiment comme I

In a wild patch of garden tended by none,
A cocoa hued Orchid sought the sun,
Rare but lone, wildness and beauty it goads,
Fit for princes but surrounded by toads.

Weep not for even in being you are desired,
Weep not for even in being you are prized,

Weep not for even in being you are.

Little girls of all ages

Pigtails, Nursery Rhymes, Bloody razors,Bleeding eyes. Little girls of all ages, Expressing secret inner rages. Sickles and saws "Pat-a -cake, Pat-a-cake, Baker man,Bake me a cake as fast as you can" They sing,as they fling, Knife blades and each a sharp bloodied string. I sit there petrified and speechless, Watching them play with each other; unless were they playing at all? **The author dreamt this scene repeatedly in the winter months of 2004**