Jeff Connelly Poet I do not know?

Ancient Evenings

my eyelids
are pyramid
stones too heavy
to lift so i read
the hieroglyphs
behind my lids

like a black
and white
silent movie
my mind provides
the music though
i dream in color

but must shush
the others
that rudely
keep talking
during the main
feature

(meanwhile trying
to digest my movies'

plot while eating hot
air blown pop corn

with slightly unsalted
butter a dash of soy 

sauce and parmesan
cheese topping

obviously a
subliminal
message
placed be
tween every
eighth REM)

it seems the film
is about a ka
that can't 
find its
way
so

is spirited away
by memories
that are supposed 
to be clues
to help one
find one's self

so different 
scenes show
different things
that are meant to
mean one thing when
the pieces are put together

the house lights
come up as my
eyes open but to
find i am in
darkness

perhaps

a tomb

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