Let my day dreams be.
Let it fall neatly on the folds of my bed;
With a thud on the cold floor,
On your couch, bright red.
Let my Walter Mitty seep
And sleep, from
Couch to bed
With one leap. With nothing
But a poker on his face.
I want my dreams.
Not yours. One without sunbeams,
Work teams and intoxicated screams.
I want my green morose-ity
To muzzle its nose against the joy-splattered
Window-panes.
And seduce the long-awaited dark
To walk with me in the halls barefeet, and then
I can finally eat.
Were you there when the soldiers went to war
That night,
I think I slept in the car.
Dreamt open-eyed about,
That baby in the sand, perhaps
You’d understand why I didn’t-
Hold your hand.
You see, this morose-ity,
There’s no complexity
I just prefer my tea,
Over your party.
Let my day dreams be
Those you cannot see.
Let me soak in many an Ode,
I know you forbode.
As my erratic laughter hangs like a sweeping cloud
Above my head.
Let me revel in my boredom
And revel in the million things in my head,
That is a fortezza.
You can enjoy your pizza.
Let me wallow in wist,
Please in my dreams, don’t sift.
Let them crawl under the door
And out the window, soar.
Let my day dreams be.