This Dream

make no mistake my cherished one

while the world turns on its axis 

and men and women run on their scripted

programs of thou shalts and thou shalt nots,

as termite machines eat through

rotting wood -

with self-indulgence and greed,

 

 

a bit of sadism too,

yeah?

 

 

we’ll be sitting naked in a bamboo

garden

somewhere far away, by the sea,

with butterflies and bronze statues

of Buddha and stuff,

all serene and supremo cool,

where thoughts cannot be diseases

‘cause that’s not what diseases are,

 

 

and it’s just me and you baby

 

 

as the sun rises in the morn

and i kiss your pale unpainted lips,

trace a finger across your apple-sized breasts,

squeeze your arse babe,

getting all nice, and romantic like

 

 

and i’ll remind you of this dream

 

 

 

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