Dreams While Sleeping

Maybe I’m dancing
In the shadows 
Naked man flying
Too close to the ground

I’ve got one eye 
On my sleeve
And the flowers 
Of a jester

I’ve got rain
In my pockets
And my mind 
On James Dean

Then the lunatic fringe
The maniac’s binge
All trampling in
The garden of my mind

I’m a star-green space man
In a blue uniform 
Gravity free card-board box 
For my space ship

Contemplating the subtle
Blur between
The care package
And the scare tactics

Pondering the
Connection between
I.Q.s high heels
And the haiku 

Naively trying to save
Souls already ascending
All my prayers are sombreros
When I piss in the dark
Copyright © | Year Posted 2015

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