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There was a sun bloated corpse on the spirit highway.
I must have passed it a million times that night.
I saw a child spilling life on the roots of a tree.
She moved bloodless and slow with an opening in her throat.
The spirit left the young body,
Like a butterfly leaving the cocoon.
I could smell the breath of children.
Twitching and mumbling,
The ghost shared the bruises in the clouds.
Then it was trembles and whispers, the softness of sanity.
Finally settling where all souls go to die,
Beneath the twilight underbelly of the sky.
I searched behind the lids of my eyes.
Passing out into the blackness that hides.
I could see the dead girl alive and she was crying.
Where do these dreams go to die?
Where do people go when they die?
Im smiling now because I know
That we all go where the dreams go.

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Sometimes when I am dreaming, I can rember how to fly.


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The following comments are for "The Spirit Highway"
by BAAL

Sun Bloated Corpse
Pretty boss poem. Weird, but boss.

This poem gets my head tripping. Is it decrying the plundering of innocense, or is it plundering innocense itself.

I hope it's the former.

This poem kneads the soul like someone kneading dough for a loaf of bread. Pound it down and knead it again.

( Posted by: gomarsoap [Member] On: August 11, 2006 )

Spirits and such
What a cool scene you've created here. I like the intermingling of dreams and reality, death and abstract life. The ideas remind me of the philosopher Berkeley, who argued that the world consisted of ideas and sensations, nothing more -- nothing material, nothing physical.

( Posted by: viper9 [Member] On: August 11, 2006 )

The Spirit Highway
I read this and I'm waltzing in limbo again, in a macabre dream-scape. "Im smiling now because I know/ That we all go where the dreams go." I can't decide if that's a thrilling thought, a liberating thought, or a frankly fecking scary thought. I'm disquieted at any rate, and I only half mind. This girl, this innocent other in the poem, I fear for her and what she doesn't yet know. As always you blend fantasy and reality skillfully and leave me feeling like I just dropped acid.

( Posted by: AuldMiseryGuts [Member] On: August 11, 2006 )

Dreams and things
Barrett, I commented on this already but could not resist coming back for a 3,4th read. Your writing energizes the space around it, just like our dreams. Very vivid, love the thoughts of going where dreams go.

Nae

( Posted by: nae411 [Member] On: August 11, 2006 )





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