A Tourist In My Dreams
WIDE awake in dream land, im
equiped with my cunning art
words, first there is fire,
then ice, then a smile called
vote for me, or give it up to
the lord.
WIDE awake in dream land,
throwing my fishing line in,
dulled and shaken and hostile,
waiting for the big bang,
thats right, the big bang.
WIDE awake in dream land,
preacher man hands me these
keys, fill out the last line
with your x, then watch, as the
sun light fades.
poem by David Gerardino
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