Amnesia

The tight bud from an iris
split like eggshell as it infused with dry heat
spilling a pattern of yellowed pollen
crisscross stitching, across the table top
like little bird feet, from toes
that hopped across the mud--
More of the outdoors brought in
for Christmas, I watch
from where I am, try to wear my face honestly
But feel hallow, lost in emotion
Between dangle poinsettia earrings
that do my time for now, a paint on smile
a vision of sunshine and ecstasy
as the center of the room gets pulled
through a twist of twinkle lights
Behind my own hugged knee's, I swallow
thin air, as the world goes to shreds--
In the dream,
kitchen linoleum would grow fat in the cold
swell like furniture legs in an attic loft
dog-eared in a jungle of propped up sheets
bands of light, ghostly fingers and string
that wrap a sleeping giant

A coin fluttering
through the fountain, wishes
on sun kissed dice, vanished
through a thin curtain of smoke
A reality that gets trapped under a crease
of invisible tape and stuff is just
supposed to stay up there, forever 

as dry a color from late autumn