Charles P. Ries on the Other Side of the
A Perfect Place
I like to disappear into my head where it
doesn’t cost much to be alone. I see a horizon
in the distance lying between the vistas
of my temples - spreading from my left ear
to my right ear.
In here I astro project, read people’s thoughts
and see the future. In here I bring the dead back
to life and turn my tears to snowflakes.
And while the weather is 70 degrees and sunny
in here, it’s quite another story out there where
a suicide bomber kills for religion and we go to
war for oil. It’s all higgledy piggledy, out there.
In sleep, my mind becomes unpredictable.
The oddest things rise up and collide. Things I
could not imagine in my day mind - tea pots
chase Sister Agnes wearing a red cocktail dress round
the altar. A bluebird whispers to me in Spanish as
we walk the rings of Saturn.
It’s a vast cine plex between my ears. A world teeming
with perfect lovers and sleeping demons. A theater in
the round where I view my life against the movie screen
God attached to the backside of my eyeballs.
© Copyright Charles P. Ries 2007