| Dante Prestipino |
Dreams Heavy as Feathers Christopher Columbus came to me in a dream last night. He was wearing a fedora hat and a double breasted suit. He said, "Come here kid, I have an offer you can't refuse." "I don't make deals in my dreams anymore," I said. He pulled a handful of gold out of his pocket. I began to reconsider. "Here, all you have to do is cut off the hands and feet of everybody with skin darker than yours. Alright paisano-- And when you're finished, we'll come and take care of the rest." "Oh," I said, "Is that all?" When I was a kid My mother used to tell me To not touch feathers I found on the ground She said they all had lice Of course I touched them anyway And held them and collected them They were magical They contained the power of flight The power of flight that was different Than the sound of 747s cutting air overhead The power of flight that could send my Basketball sailing from half-court Sail from full-court Sail from forever Forever This morning, Harry Potter came to me in a day dream. He had his white owl on his shoulder and his wand waving freely. He was creating magic and sported a Z shaped scar on his forehead. When I told Isaac this, he said, "What are you talking about. That was the Indian boy, the same one that walks by here every day. He wasn't creating magic. He was dribbling his basketball down to the slabs, smoking a White Owl. And that scar on his head, was from when you hit him with a rock, as a kid." "Oh," I said. "He wasn't?" If my dreams were heavy as feathers I would let them sail from half-court Let them sail from full-court Sail from forever From forever I would let them sail down a river Let them sail down a river beneath a river Down a river forever Forever |
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| Recursion I want to wrap you in old blankets Make your long dark hair slowly Turn into feathers Feel the solar system revolve Around our bodies And dust exfoliate our sins I want our sins to turn to embers Rejoice in its rejuvenating heat And bathe us in its ash I feel a sweat coming on I breathe your steam And exhale the ghosts of your grandparents Unwrap you and admire the re-creation of woman Break free from the dead skin And emerge a new man |