(dream in CA) >> poem'iffied

[poetrees]

v.2

I wait for a bus
outside my wall-less house
holding my big cat
(one of the dreams where
he’s of course
alive)      a fire log
across my forearms

I get onto the bus
and as it lurches
re-order the tea
coloured
mis-numbered pages
of our stony
last letters
furtive as Papageno purrs

Comments

[monkeyman]

I like it quite a bit, except that the fire log comparison just isn't clicking for me. I'm assuming you were after bringing up the heft, and the lack of movement -- but I didn't really get why a fire log in particular.

[monkeyman]

Oh, and you might want to put a hyphen after tea (despite the fact that the stanza is quite gravid with hyphens already); it took a few readings to connect that with 'coloured'.