Dictator Flesh --- So Long And So Brief (9/22/2019 By MUM Poetry)

-so long and so brief-

you are my sleepy family

me, late night driving

walking cats
in my neighborhood
of imagination

the gauzy light
imagery

showing how
I keep walking
the dream.

circling the porch,
lightning

the tribes
are humming

I think
I know
the birds are
at least
and,

we are
we,

hammer and grease
since the beginning

light calming
the fruit of the eden tree
which has always been
the first touch

and in a one
kind of way,
boring.

tease out the space in me
and soon I will be washed
of dictator flesh

and become
the everything flesh
they already use

to lube
the meat.