In a dream I could
Be walking in a hallway
Then be politely greeted
By a giant green giraffe

Or on a boat
On the sea
This is filled with
Small fetuses and catastrophe

They don’t make much sense
Yet other say they do…
I can’t think of the last time
I’ve ever been on a boat
Or for that matter…
Seen a green giraffe

You’re at that point
Where you’re stirring in your sleep
Then just as the dream gets good
You wake up to the sound of nothing

Dreaming makes poets write
It gives 8year old boys a goal
And they make others upset...

While..
I look at them like a story
And each sleep, a chapter

Then I try and put them all together
Just so I can look
At the crazy adventure
That I never had