Peter Pan Nightmares On Chatham Avenue

out of sync the wheel squeaks, too many little brown mice with big mice ears have chewed my bearings a sunbeam sits on my dislocated shoulder and the cat's in the cradle sleeping with the whole ball of wax (what a yarn that is!) i sharpen my nails and dig in the posthumous dirt of my arrival, coming undone by the light of the silvery moon, sprinkles melting on cupcakes and newlyweds it's nine yards and an inch, hail hail all ye who enter my sleep, prepare for Occam's close shave, reality bites the dust and then backtracks into ruts of self-disclosure, counting crows, mismatched socks, and coins for the ferryman watching hi-def TV and writing poetry that fall by the wayside, colours of flesh and inhibition, the scent of lavender honeysuckle and ginger blossoms pounding at my door: wake up you crazy easy fool, time is ticking and the crocodile is not far away, your shadow is being dry-cleaned.