In my dreams
I can smoke a million cigarettes
and it doesn't matter
In my dreams
I can touch your cheek
and you smile back at me
My grandson waves
through the curtains
My old Siamese
climbs into my lap
Venus still sets
over the Acropolis
There are days
I don't want to wake up
When day dreams
aren't enough
Yet I go on
and on and on and on
in spite of myself
Set the mechanical heart
Break an egg into a cup
Sweep, mop, wash and brush
Then fold myself up
ready for my dreams
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I set my moon dial
by the waning gibbous
set sail with owl
and pussycat
bound for Bongtreeland
with a ring at the end
S/ O. M. Nose
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