I watch as the clouds fall from the sky,
Smashing man made memorials,
Bashing terribly timed tutorials,
The moon stares with a crescent smile,
The stars are in their astro-bars,
The dog is in his kennel,
My consciousness is somewhere behind,
A dreary memory I cannot find,
Captured by this enthralling fantasy,
This destruction unfolding around me,
Such a state of extacy,
Hanzel and Greddle home in the kettle,
I'm not insane,
It is the little people,
Lillipuitians on the treadmill in my brain,
Gently rob the cradle,
With a wink, a spoon, a ladle,
Gently rock the bridge,
Gently empty the fridge,
Taste the rainbow,
Feed the flowery flame,
Life is merely a dream,
Roll roll roll your boat,
Fly fly fly your plain,
Gently into a wall,
Your life is merely a salt grain,
Salt grain on a piece of steak,
Blue duck floating on a green lake,
Buoyant and beautifull,
Dainty and dutiful.