I come to listen not to lead

I feel asleep to try and connect to you in dream.  But you weren't there. Well, maybe somewhere over my head above me - though we both lie on our backs on the same plane.

Later dreams of lavish, ship wreck, salt sea stones, red water. 

You wrote a letter - should I keep the dog, should I leave it where it belongs.  Displaced pack animals -fated domestics.

invasive // learning to use fire

almost endless stairs
lead to a blade of a building where
the bells are set to ring
deafeningly.
to bleed their brains.
at the right hour
i am captured
a roped whore swinging
in the air
held up and onto freying hemp
tied to the weapon

what pieces of me
remember the city before?
fill my hands with cherries
and hide the bone powder bags
try and set fire 

to those who set fires