drafs

I dreamt I flew
over my old way home
from school
knowing
it like hand games
guided by the claiming orange
of the street
the frowning porridge
of the heat
grappling with the windholes in the webway
the OK archway at the hinges of the sky
indigo fright grains and letters
blue purpose
a minty mindest
lifting through all this forbidden



Lower east / my start
there's Planet
on all
theminds
Big
plans
plumes,
blasts,
meander
lands


pigeon dove
twice as soft as normal
texture of a no longer
drainpipe flight
boots and boots of silence

past a laundromat supply
pinecone-eating+candy striped
asking please a quarter sneeze

I wear a blue feathered dress
dress like I've made no mess
all this planned organ
under breaded concrete
putting like yes


chipping chris
shiny misfit
up like soda
fluent in sky
fat column of spice
the bag lady with trailing ice

portions of phrase
drying from carving at it
all on revolutionary love + Pagan hymns +
No longer affording to live

I fly and negate all bandaids
they drag then drop from me
curl then plop


faming wands of the fairies nearby
fairies in the leaves,
in the trees
them why I fly