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by Robert C. Johnson Jr
June 2, 2005
At midnight laying in quiet darkness, seeking elusive altered consciousness. The dream sought is just an indiscernible thread hidden among dark dreamstuff weavings. More memory than imagining, never found. Always finding only dreams not wanted.
Remembering flight brings sweet melancholy. Lightness, distance, freedom, almost happiness.
As a child flying through every night, day hours crept by with longing for bedtime. Chance to shed so much weight, sad burden accumulated living ten short years. Nighttime, disconnected from that “reality”, experiences seemed crisp, sharp, tangible. Those daytimes, memories are smudgy, indistinct, surreal.
Drifting off, sloughing baggage, shucking inhibitions, clothes too, I flew.
Cry for Vampire
by Robert C. Johnson, Jr.
June 2, 2005
Their relationship still young, lacking scars as armor against hurt feelings, fragile lovers exchange harsh words, slammed doors.
A strange dark cloud coalesces. Half-seen, savagely beautiful tiny winged creatures swarm. Not just of shape and time, beings crystallized from cruel thought. Hunger manifest in miniature imitation, woman, man. Nearly invisible perfect bodies, wings shadowy leather.
Eyes squeezed tightly shut, tears brim, dribble down human cheeks.
Unseen minute feathery tongues lap, finding nourishment. Each salty lick laden with weeper’s sadness. Only this emotion can slake bitter thirst. To the deep well they return over, again.
Sorrow’s kisses which offer no comfort.