Tongue-tied hypocrite

Dreaming of egg salad sandwiches

Traveling the road to

Planet 9

Tapioca corn flake sky

Releases the acid rain

Of summers past

Graceful lightning dances

To the thunder lullaby

While my brain deep-fries

To a golden brown crisp

With a liquid center

Of dreams and ideals.

Mother earth-flower

Blooms and flourishes

It uproots and tainted earth

Showers upon the land

Of dreams from another time

The time when the moon was

God

And I its apostle.

Dream of fiery summers

When the ambrosia was sweet

And Cupid was here

Parallel world with celestial jargon

Supple oceans of nectar

Empty out of my

Jaded looking-glass eyes.

Una said she'd come

And she did

Adorned with bells that

Sang me into a misty slumber

And when I'd awaken

We'd sip on iced oolong

And talk of how we missed the sea.