Sometime an umbrella’s just a rabbit
and sometimes horses are never to be rode upon.
Sometimes a mother’s tears are foolish
and sometimes sons don’t want to come home.
Sometimes pearly whites and smiles surround
and sometimes teeth detach and dagger backs.
But a dream is just that, “a dream is just that” –
but a wandering, but a dread, if only damnation;
and a “ta, tada, aha!” The wizard’s returned before
we realize we’re all magic, fooled and the foolish –
Incarnations, infestations, imaginations,
and messes come ends, damnations, the victims.
Heaping distress and all of our own accord,
your accord, our accord, notarized the
Nooses ‘round our necks.
