My Mind's I

I dreamed all night that I was making a dream journal, so when I woke up this morning I thought, why not? So. Why not!


ignis fatuus

in the illustrated
conceptions
that happen each night
the curtain
behind my eyes rises
fugitive people move
catbirds of life changing
skins under my closed eyelids
under my quiescent hair
on the pillow

skimming inscrutable
geographies of words
like flat stones
skipped across the grey-
green water of mind
that sprays like sea

or resident birds
that babble across
an overflowing of bells

I sleep
in ciphers
that no one explains:
mutable, exploding
at the pinions
self-propelling

and vulnerable, defenseless
as vampires