acension unto nap

Past the trash can with my name in its shadow
Out the swinging brik walls
Down the ravine of trip wires and booby traps
Over a Dali terrain
I plannd my first dream
And the colour of naptime.
I didn’t plan this salvashun serenade from
The manyblinds
I didn’t plan this verb-noun announcement.
I didn’t plan this pay fone
In my guts to ring so soon.
I only thot of resisting slightly
To make sure my head wouldn’t hit
The bottom of the ocean too hard.
Passing the wide and shallo traks in powder shallo dust.
Planned the long decenshun
As I climbed slower
And slower up
Into bed.
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