I have green eyes in another life
somewhere where I’m wiser
and have shorter hair
I am rolling down a beanstalk
followed by giants and june bugs
somewhere in another time
somewhere
where this poem might rhyme
(all the way through)
I don’t have any shoes today
I gave them all to my brother
the one who doesn’t exist anywhere
except in my mind
he’s a lonely guy,
and he cries a lot
he sold my shoes to a hooker
and she wears them to church
the one that I don’t go to
Because it doesn’t exist anywhere
I’d be late to church anyway
if I went to church today
because I am tired beyond reason
and the church prays early
and I have a bad habit of being late
especially to churches
and also to funerals
but that is a random side-thought
and doesn’t really matter right now
because no one died today
(at least not here)
What does matter, though?
Romantic walks in the snow?
I hate the cold
No cold for me
I’ll be right here
right here where all the grass is new
here in this real world today
and though I’ll dream of unreal things
I’ll stay here in the springtime green
