Sea Sick Moons

During the lost hours of your dream seizure
Orchid jewels wormed through
your nostrils, hearing the cuckoo clock's
deep song of absented colors,
simmering in the slow half moon
blinking in its belly. The panning Bermuda
angles, the roulette angels coupling
bodies tin crowned and bodiless fleece.
Scalped dreamcatchers and an oblong eye
blinking, pale wrinkles, green and bold.