dreams

naked soul

clutch white towel
at waist to hide
my nakedness

choir in robes
passes through
my house

go up to bedroom
ask nine women
to leave
cannot show
my nakedness

my young mother
appears in
black evening
dress

she wants me
to hug her
I step toward her
dropping towel

flying above
forest
cathedral below
no roof
spires a crown
open to sky

last person to see
my naked soul
was my mother
when I was child

open your soul
open your
cathedral
to heaven

Untitled by Scott Mutter

find picture
of dream
now dream
under picture
above my bed

inner weasel
​
dream fight with
weasel costanza
knock to floor
foot on his face

kneel before him
beg forgiveness
he my only friend
george shrugs

should not beat up
my insecure self

costanza on talk show
joking about toupee
takes it off
then another
now bald

my mother
in fur coat kisses
his bare head

show weakness
and vulnerability
earn blessing
of mother goddess

man in mirror

michael jackson
on veranda
butler brings
shaving kit
and mirror

i look in mirror
see his face
his father doubtful
i now stand apart
think hair too large

trim unwanted hair
unwanted thoughts

mirror message
If you wanna make
world a better place
look at yourself
make a change

beatles said it first
we all want to change
your head

holywood

dream creativity
if available in waking
would make every man
a dante or shakespeare
wrote frederic hedge

but dream writers
in heaven not earth
with producers
actors and
audience of angels

drawing on your
memories and any
faces they choose

die and become
star in mortal dreams
star in holywood

earth time is
not dream time
many minutes
of rem are few
in heaven

dream
as screenplay
one page
​one minute

if poetry not enough
read e-book
tonya harding shot jfk

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