Well, Isn't That Just Dandy?

Did the thing go home?

"Who cares?" says the Flanders-man
through blurred and puffy eyes
"Who can top this??"

"Michael, what are we paying you for?" she asks again.

Beneath the swell of perception
the tight snake lies bleeding
inside his levi shell

"Take it to the bathroom,"
I hear you command.

Coppery petals soft as sand

And the fear comes
too much to bear
dictation from old dark ladies
bending over to whisper in my ear

"Let me see that"

Again, an '-ism'
an '-ity'
Unsure of whether or not to put out
What if it all comes down?
Menageries.
I read his too.

"Do you have a pen?"

And I look up, warily.

Getting back to the function

Weak limbs.
Heavy sleighs.
It's high time we bought the infrasturcture.
He says.

"Why do I always have to do that?"

I shake my head
my head ahead again is full of sheep

I dream of sleep
I dream of sleep
I dream of sleep

and sleep....