Dream-Work by V. Joshua Adams

Falling, parachutes hiss:
windgrammar is

tears salting the bridge
from reason.

Memory, green leash,
flags in the heat.

Hedges, hulls,
craypaper, wire.

Sew the dress,
golf in the olive

grove. Whatever
balcony glows

it’s still always
an unfinished

room. Moonlover,
shoot to rule.

Mahogany boys
stand, palms up

crystal bullet eyes
wide, my, my.

Default to Scotch.
Default to West.

The revolver’s ok,
take that.
V. Joshua Adams is a former editor of Chicago Review and teaches literature and writing at the University of Louisville.