Dream; Cream; Bambin-o.
Not smooth, nor copious
This material.
In its present form we
Speak of it as if
It were buckets.
I question the allocations,
I question the reasons,
Viscosity can be so intangible.
The boy still hopes for
Pirate ships and
Silly sailors.
Daily chores consisting of:
Soiled strips,
Soapy water—
Reversed archetypes.
But these, they are
Just dreams of that little
Boy—Bambin-O.
Dollars or,
Dread.
Rule or,
Repressing.
Everything or,
Excitement.
Around or,
Associations.
Me or,
Momentarily.
The boy supplements efficiency
With drag and flow.
The man pushes, prods and pulls
The pieces apart.
No longer hedged on one another.
Reality swooshes in
And D.R.E.A.M.S. are set free
