dreams

         beyond dreams

awake and obtuse

abstract muses;

                   I do what I can

are you lonely?

hop right up, I'll be your friend

hang on tight though

I'm a little crazy

I have a habit of passing out

ideas

          from behind doors or walls

or where ever I am

                    a backwards beggar

I read into your eyes

what I think you need

not always what you want to hear

abstract muses,

                   beyond dreams

still necked delivery

a late city edition

hang on to them,

                   you never know

maybe they'll be worth something

                                          - someday

- what was your question

is my screaming too general

unclear for the crowds

                    - wait and listen

I thought I heard a pin drop

fully orchestrated it was too

aren't the violas lovely

                    this time of year

why am I trembling

we've all got a job to do

hang on tight

                  but don't strangle me

I'm a little crazy,

                  I might bite

don't interfere with the delivery

                                           boy

don't tamper with the queens males

- dreams,

          hot off the presses

half baked I'm afraid

a trifle wet behind the ears

- so be it,

we've got a long way to go yet

                    you and I.