Oneiric
Oneiric Copyright Š Jack Galmitz Impress 2015 New York, New York
Oneiric
Jack Galmitz
The worms in the bark don't think of us much
One of the oldest words we've forgotten we
Sunlight spills from the cup on to my shirt
I wonder why I didn't choose to be a Dane or a Kiwi that is what I would like to be
The land in drought cracks like glaze on an ancient Chinese pot
The ladybug with three dots carries them off
Slide trombone you're my own
Everyday I add art to a world that is made up
The tree - the column the leaves – Corinthian
We carry our animals with us
The wall slides open for the ferry boat boarding
The flag of the People invisible to people
A human-sized rabbit harangues passersby about their indifference
In a white fur hat and coat she's bare underneath
In the marsh a pickup truck was
Breathing a hole in floral ice a blurry sight of snow and street
Where the pavement ends it begins
I prefer the stuffed dog who doesn't need a walk
An empty highway headlights unfold yellow lines and a few feet of stone
The mime imitates the sky for awhile
The animal strides in a three-piece suit
Chinatown where bamboo back scratchers are sold
Follow the bouncing ball a robocall
Snow sticking to the window the beginning
Outside the window the tree flat as can be
The conch encodes the ocean home
Traveling into solar systems being born here at home
My dog growls at the south
I drop whatever I'm holding then