dragon

walking into the sun like some kind of ancient chinese dinosaur the inside the glint of the fifteenth day of the dragon year the houses shut their doors barred their windows flowers pulled their petals closer the flames shot out like burning spears

i was a dragon in my sleep with rigid wings of subtle origin (falling falling) with lips that dripped with fuel and breath made out of fire (fire fire)

i was lying against concrete shaking showering atoms in fountains lying with my back to the stone hard floor moving my arms spreading them in a circle my skin turn pale then green then scales



i'm sick and tired of all these things
i want to grow some dragon wings
dragon wings.