Morning Shadows

his snoring was so loud
several government agencies
convened…

to inspect his dream of
a flag with 200 stars
25 stripes… 13 yellow, 12 black

blue suits and blue shoes
were promptly at his door
hoping to catalogue

those dreams of wild rides
tropical disguises
and topical inferences
his showers shed
ideas about a manifest
destiny
without capital
based on slavery

Freedom not based on equality
but the accountable nature
of responsibility
where faith is neither destined
or destroyed


her taciturn sleep was so ferocious
the torrent of fluid from her
heights equaled the roar
of the impermanent circumstance
and her contempt of the well to do

Her art saw things not clearly
focused or far away
hoping that all pieces
would belong
and sex would translate to love

she painted him a flag
without colors or stars
emblems or reason

the agents demanded
a tax for it
if not a confession

obtaining neither
he was inoculated
for more dreams

.of designs
deriding the nature
of democracy

disappointed they now left
discarding his delusions
of decadence and depravity
at peace for their pleasure
they both now roared
she on the porcelain precipice
he with the winds of the
fallen tumbled
broken
echoing and chelating
through his windpipe
her climaxes remain loud
his snoring: the rumble of patriotism
their shadows: quiet
hearing the peace of night
the yellow glare incased in the squares of windows
the trail illuminated by street lights
a city's passion engulfed by the privacy
of privilege