Lucid Dream
If I could find
But one moment in time
To see with open eyes
Draw back into mind
This rising tide
Get well from deep wells
Well wishes
Best kisses
Falling in focused thought
Tapping feet I hear repeat
Metronome to throwing stones
The winning hare of raising bones
No hat of feathered cap
To sit upside on ones head
But with hand sown invitations
Do we sit for tea in afternoon spread
Riddles to fiddle others to perplex
Best dressed gets the best death threat
To wellness of ourself
We toast to never boast our best
About death that comes to becomes us
In lost thinking of drinking
For sale be this old male
Discounts for the Viscount
With that less than average dismount
Should’ve just stayed in bed with that head
On such days that play
One must go without lust or her bust
Such a fools request
To spoil madness at my own request
Swing by the Motel to get well
Illuminate that frontage sign
Vacancy for the displaced mind
To obtain obscenities so obscure
Be these remedies ever assured
No insurance required if you should inquire
Just put down your crayon
Rest those drawn on legs
In lament of Margerets forgotten lamingtons
May you see everyday in your yesterday
Leave your sanity at the doormans request
Curious kitties in grinning striped vests
So be this day your second best friend
No true enemy needs such sympathy
Severe what ties you to bondage beds
Severance package in servitude of life's tyranny
Would much rather a father
To tell me how much to sell me
In place of a well placed thank you
For time be better spent
Being anywhere else but nowhere
Retired minds to be served a summons
To appear before a disordered court
For failing to report your own death
For such claims that to be wise
Would be an early demise
After cracking the second bottle of wine
If free thought were bought
Precious time would be so precocious
Annoyed there be no real McCoy
Be the allowance for youth asking allowances
Of tomorrows money borrowed today
I do say with absurd word
Just who likes a talking parrot anyway
Be I just a fool
Eating a raw carrot
Staring at all you Sharon's
Dreaming of believing
All be just a dream instead
