Comings, Goings.

dreams I had were that there was a
path winding paths green and a touch
dark with deeps of brush and twig branch
piggy backing I leapt on back attached of you,
dirt road and words worded
letters like fixed falling away in seconds
impractically it all was I know
but still we lived it with
wheels my mind did move
sense made there was. I think

gaps in conversation so I still
don't know what your head meant or
my mouth dream-said. Never can I do word but
know what mine meant and know words spoken
by your muddled mouth and hazy body.
You shout while running I on your back
got we moved by the clear river the stream
paths passersby.
When my mind be dream cloudy always what
I mean to say gets said through teeth
unopened:
my mouth might not open wide.
or your eyebrows gesture desperate
to get a yes a cross my way, cross

the river and through bramble
tangled with messy flowers, teardrop poison
berries I ate when not hungry and wake
from living the chaos fragmented
down paths that forested my sleep
that encased cases of waking thoughts;
sense there was none ever anywhere.