persuade me to do a dance
and we all open our books
to page eighty where we must read
existential dogma coming from the
life force itself which is telling us to
slam the books
down on the tables
and break the tables
in two

why do we attempt to read
into our dreams like they
are some sort of showcases
of our true self?

bossa nova plays
on the fifth dimensional
radio, tunes for two
but I'm the only one in this
dimension because
nobody else knows
how to transcend the first four

what a bunch of sell-outs,
I think
it's time to get a new pastel assortment
because I'm running out of ink in my
lead pencil
where can I fit in the crayons?
oh right, in the six

I fly to Cuba, fly to Cuba
and then I build a scuba, scuba

I am the cookie monster when I'm
alone with cookies
in the fifth dimension
watching over the Chinese radio broadcasts
to make sure that the spaghetti easterns
are on at seven every night
in the building which I call my home

the sky which I call my dome