Sleeping Corpse Dada Dreams
Must you sleep much longer?
Deep despondent dreams pain.
Must you sin so little passion?
Shall you find an open portal
and leap and splatter?
All the roads seem sinister.
Dogs wag their tails, but snarl.
Beneath a dead Elm you witness
an Angel weeping and murmuring.
His tears are pearls; his sighs prayers.
A hag with nipples like needles
beckons you from near a ruined wall.
You no longer possess an erotic appetite.
You gnaw at the sinews of time,
bitter as death, bland as chicken.
Your brain a luminous, pulsating sponge.
Who dare dream these dreams?
You wish to wake in a solid world,
but who heeds your wishes?
Perhaps you must sleep forever.
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