The Daydream of a Silly Nightmare

Sweet dreams lad

For I conceive

Like a pregnant mother

And run away like a kid

Chasing cigarettes and whiskey bottles.

I wait upon the archaic altruism 

Of the sleeping moon;

I hope less

I walk less,

I fly

Unmindfully

Through brick walls and ant hills.

I am silly

Like a maskless moron

In a masquerade

Except

I am fathomless

Like a clan of children

On a toy bed.

I sneak in from the back door

Or the weaved ventilator

And lurk around the fulcrum of rickety beds

Like a forgotten liar.

Good night kid

Sleep tight-

Please don't remember me 

Or,

Forget me not.