Sometimes my past,
catches up with me and
it seduces me, with torrid tales, lies, and
distortion of faulty fact.
Sometimes, I walk heavy
with a 30 lbs baby dinosaur on my back.
Ancient times call for Ancient measures.
A ring of salt, forms a circle cast.
A temple prayer, a Buddhist chant, and the ringing
of a bell goes blink, blink,blink…into my mind’s eye.
There are places I’ve seen,
There are places I’ve been,
Encased, enclosed and Trapped -into a dream.
Sometimes, I ponder the what, why, when,how,where of things…
my memories are hazy,
my feet tremble slightly,
as I collapse, crumble and walk out
of your dream.