How Kind of You To Let Me In

There
were
Blue Jays raiding
my dreams
this morning.
Lewd as
mean hatchets
in their
rough
untimely
screams.

Albino blue
blood eyed
babies
insistent
as knotted blades.

Arising,
in a starved
fire,

with a mind
unnerved by
the foggy dew of
wilted dreams.

Again,
as fortune has
kindly delivered
it so,
if I tip forward just
a little...
Salted palms
pushing back
and up
and over
in erratic
labored
windmills!

May I share
in the misfortunes
of desperate space
and learn to
graciously
blink
with a wonderful
defeat(does it need to be so?)

The light,
having
just caught the signal,
removes blackened
obstructions
from the
space between leaves.

What shall we do
now
you blueblood-eyed babies?

What can we
do
in this
restless
mountain song?