A-morning wakes up,
Sigourney’s takes up.
Foggy head rising in a bed,
soggy bread in your head,
from last night’s watery
breaking of the bread.
Had a meal with chamomile,
insomnia real, until you sipped and sat still.
Sleep no longer needed a pill,
Dreamcatcher on your window sill.
Dreams flickered behind eyelids,
worrying about what the other guy-did.
These are your dreams, let others worry about what you-did.
Flickered dreams on ripped seams in ripped jeans, stickered memes.
no joke, you’re stitching dreams.
Make a new fashion, thread courage and let reality sew your dreams.
Some think you’re average, when it comes to adding dreams, you’re more than mean!