2023

LITTLE NEMO IN SLUMBERLAND

Why do children even have dreams,
Is it already all over by then?
Give me that. Now what. I'm bored.
Every integrated wish folded out
From the wall, the neon flashing in.

For a while I lived next door to myself,
Heard the coming and going
While I waited for news. Here,
The country lets us breathe (cow air).
We idolize the weather for its flair.

I don't invent new mechanisms -- I'm poor --
For elastic windows and rubber floors.
There are tribesman, sure, but
I am the chariot and the boner
Rushing out of the gangster's den, into the street.