Three sugars. No cream. Stuck inside a 4 A.M. Dream And there's nothing I can't do Is the sky really black or just dark blue?
No cars, no souls save preying police Their lights burn red and scream, "Freeze!" And the night obliges For it is not so mighty
Glass half full, still starving Clouds overmind work their sky carving Of all my favorite fluffy animals Are vampires iron deficient cannibals?
The sun soon breaks like an egg on the edge And the dream skitters light spiders from my head Eyes pressed to withered pillow sheathing Is this morning or deeper evening?
Am I waking from the dreaming Or am I sleeping next to coffee steaming?