In Conversation with the Freshly DreamedA Poem by Jesse Harmanstrands of white beneath a milky grey mistaken streams for stems of wheaten whey nations aghast aplomb wicked clay skybound fungal noose-threaded dreams grip sandalwood handles at risk of liar’s say rose oil blinding scent drips down your back will not wash
away you awaken find yourself soaked awful shiver sharp scent unwashed strands of grey wicked grip oil noose I only see blurs upon break of day. © 2015 Jesse Harman |
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Jesse HarmanWoodbridge, VAAboutOn- and off-again college student, full-time musician, extra full-time a*****e. I haven't the slightest clue what I'm doing. more..Writing
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