thunder dream

the glowing sky 
line gone hazy green

dream something leggy 
crawling on my nape

i can see you 
on events' horizon
watching m'every move
seeing nothing

sprung from some 
alien dimension
all 
fractal geometry 
and
sparkles of
chartreuse 
wire frame 

surfacing
gasping
a salt taste
like a thousand shards
with blood spatter

"i'm not supposed to be here," 
he told her; 

she flounced her
temper sharp and quick
"don't be ridiculous!"

she called him by some name
she liked
and tied him to the chair
supposed not to be here