the Kingdom of Leisure

Triplets in my head

Pills on my mind

Politics in my brain



Although dreams from two days ago

Have begun to fade

Still I am horrified at the

Depth, detail and genius

of places I went that night



A warren of art, magic and passion

Webs of storyboard images spun

From molten metals

Like cartoon spiders answering God



Of smokes and touches

Wary interpretations of

How things should be

versus how they are



The point of decompression

Can only be found in the memories

Of dreams to make reality envious

If my brain can do that

I prefer sleeping