Dreams are like poison ******
Dangerous dangling *****
Poking holes
In the status quo
Cutting queer angles
As strange jewelry dangles
From the tip of your lip
Silver studs
Tinted smoke from buds
Radical idealism
New types of feeling
Parallel the painful application
Of physical mutilation
The cocoon
That blooms with a boom
Scratching the exterior
The reach the wonderful interior
So when strangers stare
Looking at your hair
Or the rings here and there
When they Gawk
At the hot inked spot
Smile inside
Cause they only get to
Share the ride
For a little while