
Dreaming of Monsters

missed calls from drinks on a Tuesday
air-breather, scared of solar ray
moonshine, half time in the afternoon
holy water for a 3 p.m zombie doom

hope for that WELL LIT clean place
room to shout and scream, room so I can mastur-
PEACE and quiet to stare at my face
Lord knows cars crash at their own pace

and after I roar at thunder and the lightning
three vasectomies, maybe it IS me!
can’t walk, can’t talk, without seeing trauma
can’t sleep, can’t dream, need the Dalai Lama

and when I pray for the has-beens
jesters up in heaven looking down with their sixth sense,
I forget to dial numbers in the right order
(what was i doing?)
lost fingers can’t help but loiter and loiter

remember when Grandma said “you’ll be the first to MARS”
this is the wrong wrong kind of stars

Head in mustard death clouds 
chemical corrosive like two cent cola
one day, not today, in my defen-ses
a nickelbag for my five senses

homegrown is the weakness that’ll bring us down
earthbound is a power yet to be found

A stell-ar meteor-'s a tall order
look away when it hits the ground

nothing in the pocket but shadows, 
fury and sound, mound and down’d like molten lava
prehistoric drama to settle with guava
fangs and claws roaring ha-ha-ha-ha!

this alien backtracks to a different age,
where stones and bones, sewn throne to Vegan Rome
as if anger and rage could ever make us known

Don’t you know raw meat won’t ever take you home 

this time, last time, let’s call it a day
Sun setting in the wild west, off my chest
treasure box wrapped tight until the right sight
fight the sight fight the height fight the might
fight eight pounds light in a June night
the clocks are dead, from 9 to 5 it’s a wolf fray
eyes wide shut, and I wouldn’t have it any other way


Halloon Xu