maybe i should just go to sleep
dreaming leads a body just past the farthest horizon
when i let go of any ambition, i fall into fate's arms
i fall into your arms

i am just a glass coffee table
pieces of wood and glass
with words written on me with a
magic marker
put your weeping glass upon my words at your peril
hours will slip by
before you notice you are awake

sleep

sleep the sleep of the disenchanted
and dream of the lucky and forlorn
when you are unconsious
you know in every nerve
you are in a warm bath
of your own drawing

the owner of this table
may be displeased
but oh well
it is fun to mark this up
to gamble on
will the words disappear with a wisk?
fun for you to read
what else would you be doing right now