i was dreaming about
i was dreaming about big streets and fleets
i was wondering about
there was this theater group and
chanting and flurry
and stoney roads with one-floor quilted
wooden chambers
sort of dutchie and
sky-high mountain plushy museums
and there was carnival
all spinning so fast
in a whirlwindy fashion
me? away from it all, thank
you
, not today
always, just not today
i need to cool down, need to see myself
clean the mirror, blow the
dust away
my vision blurs and
my eyes get hurt
always aside, always laughing and crying
together
my three eyes blend
hypotenuse north to nostrilia
and south up to ajna
self smoothie at its finest
always aside
all i could get from it
the wobbly roads, the
large group of folks. an old woman in
an low-ceiling cottage house
she
was
stern, yet comforting, inquisitive,
but gentle
oh yes, the human paradox
the power of strong beliefs, though
there was love,
nothing fake, no, nothing rash
everything was going fast but safe
serene young fellas, unshattered cheeks
all there is
is
that
at the end of it all
i had lost the small dog
it seemed the trouble was
not of the misplacing, the old
woman said
but
that i'd lost it
she stared funny
like my disgrace tore her
to bits
why, oh, why had i lost the dog
what dog did i once lose
and what dog will
i lose
once more?
what is the dog ?
and where did i put it.
