automatic writing

blue silk pajamas
soft leather boots
my watercolor box
a crystal vase for paper flowers
a brass watering can to be sure they grow
         just small enough to fit into the picture
         captioned "gardener's dream"
a red umbrella for reading in the garden
         while the mist falls like rain
a hurricane lamp in case thunder strikes
a glass of iced tea, for sipping
a fat Havana, for meditative puffing
a book to note the night's dreams, for remembering--

awakening at six
sunlight pouring in, curtains forgotten
the night's thoughts stare at me
dreamlike, I always forget their creation
a curious blend
         blue silk has become so ordinary
          I hate cigar smoke!





         automatic writing
         27 april, 2006