Dust Echoes , The Mimis

Dreamtime Story

sometimes tomorrow is good enough now

a hebephrenic god,
i dance in my ashes,
blown from the carpet,
prematurely.

i fight my hoover,
i swear , coughing
a tornado of words, circling
and spinning, i seek

flight from things,
escape from names,
piss on clouds,
letter for letter.

as clumsy and faulty
as i understand functions
and equations because
i cannot believe in them,

i take possession
and give up,
out of control,
giggling.

sometimes
tomorrow
is good enough
now.

The Secret of Dreaming,An Australian Aboriginal Myth of Creation