The Middle of the Night

As I sit downstairs beneath the realm of sleep, some normalcy, but in most parts, just as crazy as me, I drink milk and eat home made bread. I've dreamed of futures much more radical and extreme than what I think will happen and how I live now, but I'm satisfied, happy, and glad to be living this life.

I only write on the back of this post it note for Thoreau. To simplify, simplify, simplify. I do not fear the unknown as much as I used to. I still feel fear in the societal creations of fear and some extreme manifestations in nature. But I can walk alone amidst the darkness and not feel afraid. I have big plans for the future...

He Lives in You

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(Video from The Lion King 2)
The music inspired me to write.


tubes crisscross parallel unison conversing dancing colors images memories soaring into the heights but never reaching but circling around the earth revolving neutral entities beings surviving persisting around the earth colors begin together in one brightening the universe streams of joy ecstasy light our spirits cannot divulge from their presence no decisions just flow we are one evaporating permeating through the skin gaseous mixing with the air draining but fulfilling strings make our bodies move our hands and finger dance beat tap to the music directed by the others distant entities controlling our movements life control bursting through barriers seeping back into soul and body

(Despite the poor quality of the picture, this is how I saw imagined the song).

Goodbye New Year!

Shards of glass tickle, bury in my scalp
Piles of leaves cover my hiding spot
Sirens ring and his footsteps come closer
Deep, black, menacing eyes lurching forward
Torn, ripped into two, my mind shudders
Our souls , detached, isolated, dying
Blood dripples down to his smashed glasses. Her
beautiful blonde hair soaked with blood again.

Earthly soil hugs, grasps onto my hair
Smoke twirls around our broken antlers
Unmarked, unbounded territory will
be forgotten, unsearched, not remembered.
Failing to believe. Agonizing pain.
Troubled fantasy. They won’t believe me.

L.L. Dunn

Happy New Year!

Glasses. Glasses. Glasses. Shuffle tonight.
Her voices whisper. Her skin is glowing.
Violet flames engulf and warm the chilled air.
Generations admire creations.
Silent Hums mechanized beings happy.
Our cat’s fur soaks up the fire’s warm light.
Burnt tomatoes cat food pancakes freshen
air dancing waltzing with waves of color

Left. Right. Upside down towers. Staircases.
Clombering, Climbing, exact locations.
Names exist emotional images.
Lala paints. We all paint. My fingers paint.
Warmth bends strings, bends time, voices alter me.
Noiseless blind convey wordless ecstasy.

L.L. Dunn