A Poem About Lucid Dreaming

[jamous]

The Clown and the Tree As I poured a glass of tea I saw a girl with no shoes on She danced in the busy, whizzing road And collapsed upon my lawn She had a subtle gray complexion Mud and leaves throughout her hair She had moss along her dark, round eyes But maintained a piecing stare I took a sip of sun-steeped tea And looked at her some more Then she dug a tunnel in my lawn And came up through my floor She looked at me and said that I Was dead to all I knew And all the life I'd had before Was dead forever too So I looked about my little home And in my living room There sat a clown who laughed and said You'll catch on pretty soon I sat and sipped my glass of tea But the clown pulled it away And said, see here, just stir it more We'll have us Cabernet Then I heard a rumble from my room As the girl climbed through my bed She skipped along my hall And pranced into my den She tried to sit on top of me But I threw her from my lap Then she thrust her arm into the clown And pumped him full of sap So I stuck my spoon inside him And stirred his blood around Then he turned a blackish purple shade And belched a drunken sound He roared, we must escape her We need a faucet and a tub So we staggered to the bathroom And he passed out on the rug I opened up the faucet And let the water run As I kicked the clownish savior To wake him for the fun The water grew and waved about As the clown dizzily rose Then he asked I grab him on the face And twist his radish nose I turned it like a doorknob And his mouth became a door I stepped inside and found myself Inside a wooden drawer Now I paused in all the chaos I was dead even before noon Then I thought of why I shouldn't And grabbed a giant spoon I leapt into his mouth again Against his teeth my feet did click Then we used the spoon I had retrieved And beat the water thick The tiles began to glow deep red And the pool kicked down the door Then I saw my home all decked in roots And the tree girl dancing as before The clown and I swam to her With the swelling cabernet And while she struggled in the rapids Her tender heart fell on display I held her as the rushing wine Dissipated from the room And when she asked why I had saved her I said, you'll catch on pretty soon (if life was a lucid dream sort of)