When I Dream

Falling into myself...

Drooping eyes and shallow breath
Cause me to fall into a
Park

Where I am preparing pizzas
In a box
On top of a walrus
In the middle of the jungle

To serve to the queen of pineapples
Who is dying of carrot fever
Because all the vegetables are rebelling and

Now I must fight alongside
Tommy pickles

To bring equality
To the flamingos

Or suffer the wrath
Of the great Osiris
Who is busy mowing his lawn

While
My sidekick, princess Diana
Gets her nails done

In a salon made out of candy
That never melts

Because the sun
Is made out of an icee
That taste like freeze pops and

If you lick it
A child is born in asia
Who comes and finds you to
Give you a magical hug
That has the power to end
World hunger and
Bring back magic into the world

And resurrect peter pan
Who has been laying in a tomb
Next to Lazereth trying to
Find some meaning in life and
Hoping that Christ will become forgetful and
Backtrack his steps looking for something,

Find him and
Resurrect imagination

So that the world can stop
Going crazy because its spinning so fast

Like a tilt a whirl that is strapped with cats
Who are hurling up hair balls all over the
Grass that is sticky and it

Stinks
Like a republican conservative bigot
On a hot day

Riding a Chihuahua
Who only speaks dutch
Every other day

Because it lost the rights
To its voice
In a volleyball game
Against a turtle

And I saw it
The whole thing
From the top of a dream
That the budda had

And the dream tasted like
Marshmallows and feels like
A mushroom top and

When the turtle found victory
He licked the moon

Which taste nothing like the icee sun
But more like a chocolate bar

And the moon changed its color
To peach so it could roll in the
Sand and disappear and get stopped on

When Christ returned and carried
Peter pan across the sands of
Imagination like he did for me
In that poem

And I will follow them and
Peter pan will preach and tell
Me all the stories the supposedly "prove"
That ninjas are better than pirates

But I wont fall for them because
I know peter pan has a
Prejudice against pirates

And that
Jack sparrow
Is the shiznit

And that captain hook
Is an asshole

And that God has not backtracked his steps
In the real world
To find me
Or you

And that a poem is just a poem

So I am walking alone on that beach
And peter pan is dead

Because imagination ran away
A long time ago with that bitch
Tinker bell

And the assholes of the world
Prove that

Because if magic where real
We wouldnt have war
Or death

And vegetables would stop rebelling and
Succumb to the mouths of children
Who are starving

And our strong women leaders
Wouldnt be dying for want
Of pineapple pizza and
A need for a change

Tommy pickles would be a man already
Instead of a 20 year old
Baby

And princess Diana would really be my sidekick

Because we all know shes not really
At the salon

Not for this long...

The world would stop melting
Because mother earth is not an icee

She is a hotel
Without a house cleaner

Check in/ check out
And take your mess with you

More children would be born
In asia and Africa and mexico
And live long enough to hug the people
Who could end their despair

But those saviors and leaders
Are neglectful, ignorant or dead

Because magic is dead and
God, he ran away
Sick of being pulled in a thousand directions

And imagination is lost
But I still see it
When I dream...