I dream of hookers and whiskey

and bar brawls… Poughkeepsie

Sometimes I dream of death

and sometimes of losing my breath

deep underwater, strangled by weeds

sometimes I dream of eating seeds

“Eating seeds as a pastime activity”

“The toxicity of our city,  of our city”

Flight, success, the first kiss and eternal bliss

While noble pursuits of a dreamer, they seem to miss

the core essence of reality; my lucidity

dreams are what I call hallucidity

Dreams man, I’m telling you, they’re a bitch

They make you hope, they make you goshdamn glitch

you begin to lose sight of sanity,

and begin to crave for vanity

while trying to balance your real life

with your unreal one- Oh the strife!