DREAMWORK THROUGH TANKA Copyrighted VCW 2007
at a gas station wary old friends shun me we meet by chance ghosts give chase; I slip and grab for a friend's hand, but she runs
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in a midday nap a dog roams between wrecked tractor trucks I wake for the noontime news dejavu blinks to red lights
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grey hair down her back she turns in music box dance doll arms lift above the blunt wood carved face of one unfinished voodoo Barbie
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pumped into a cup cream from her breast won't mix like oil and water the two swirl separately too warm to be natural
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I pull a large worm from a small hole in my thigh flesh rolls inside out tentacles move on both ends it crystallizes and breaks
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lights will not turn on answers are a spark away something eludes me stiff fingers search for switches my shadow moves on the wall
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