#poetry - and so we dream

ah my silly papers
they don't love me anymore
i got them filed in a box
its in the corner of the room

the morning comes to be a wait
she's standing in a dressy gown
the singer has to contemplate
the lyrics and the words perfume

i should have come to hear you sing
you could have taken off the weight
there was music in the atmosphere
we'd be children all over again

wouldn't we if we could
wouldn't we if we had the means
wouldn't we if there was a way
wouldn't we and so we dream

#poetry - Windmills of Acid Rain

The wind mills release a sound,
beating the words of acid rain.
Paper thin zombies amble by
and communicate their dead zone
by touch and abracadabras
upon the hood and car doors.

We had gone into a quiet Nowhere Place
to escape the end of the world.
There were pool tables
and foosball tables
and swimming pools
and cages that swung from the ceilings
with paper streamers.
Just a small lot of us.

Now we emerge
and follow a man with an arm tatoo
of three old tall ships.
He walks us by the zombies.
The zombies cannot see us
until we are clear of them.

We get into a dented car
and the windmills rake the sky
as we drive to escape the sound
of the acid rain pelting its way
through the roof of the car.

There is no hope for us in this dream,
So we wake up and drink coffee.

#poetry - lottery a-dreamin'

i set a small pile of money on fire
i sit indian style and breathe
the smoke gets me high and dreamy
i imagine i am rich by lottery
my relatives come out of hiding
i tell them they can have money
scholarship money only
i am hated for this a little while
and soon it gets round the newspapers
and then i get fame atop riches
rich man sends family to school
this keeps them all preoccupied
out of my hair that i might pursue
other goals i have thought up
i then engage a test pilot program
call it project pride and progeny
i offer my sperm to lesbian couples