Lasso around a cloud
makes a balloon – and string
held by an animal
Over the shoulder carry
a dream found, captured.
My dream is not a slave.
Parading around town.
Navy blue sports jacket
Jeans the color of bats
Bare feet connect my dream
to concrete plan, concrete.
I’m just the medium.
Now, once upon a night
I thought ambitious thoughts.
I went to the garage
and found what I had sought
I spun it over head –
spun like propellers, fast.
Blue bike popped a wheelie,
caught meaning as it passed
Nights long, fasting – feasting
on quick ruminations,
the things that make blueprints.
Write while weight is erasing
Drift ever so lightly, heels scrape the ground
Carried by my comrades – I love you guys
Rising. Rising. I weigh nearly no pounds
Take off for good with propulsion of sigh
My dreams, you see…are attached to me
My neck is where they latched on to…breath (?)