Your Astral Place   Valeria Dream   Magic Of The Passing Summer

    YOUR ASTRAL PLACE © Jack Energy     Faces in the corner   Face your Ghost worm   Shake it off in blasts of glass   Place the orange tube in after it   Four days of structure hovering   like layers of loud play yards   Then you hear a shout,   "Hey, your astral place!"        Ride on ride   out of my ocean mind   My ocean mind of city earth   Gravel to the sheen of miracles   All days have reappeared today   This minute is the neighborhood   Flying through this stopped time   is so still and dry         VALERIA DREAM © Jack Energy     A square frame of mint green neon lighting
turns inward where it meets itself
forming a green cupid-like angel
It is holding a small bow and arrow close to its chest
The arrow extends past the green square frame
  Looking up through a glass road:
There is a parade of tall, thin clowns with very long legs
A lot of Uncle Sam-like pants and rainbow wigs almost in the clouds
Some are shimmering with their horns
They are playing Done Dog Brown
  A long high-tech fountain:
Eight hologram rockets quickly rise from the ground and launch
Then they disappear about three feet above the ground
and instantly begin rising from the ground again
Over and over
All day and night
  Forgotten dream treasures hang close tonight
I taste smoky brass and wood
Clouds through my eyes and time
I am out in yesterday's sunset flying
        MAGIC OF
THE PASSING SUMMER © Jack Energy     Magic of the passing summer   Nights near dark woods   Bears and Wolves   The sides of the dog sled runner's path are neon   green jagged rays   I think they are sound waves of a digitally stuttered dog's barking   Looking directly at the dogs and the runner I see they are   somewhat transparent   The laser-like rays extend from behind them, through them   and out the dogs' eyes   They are frozen in a Smile. Cough. Bark.