Poem: Finding and Losing


Putting back together

The dismembered King

From his massacred body

We will fashion a world

Making a theme park from his smelliest

Toe nail clippings

What you call reality

Is a just a dream

Your higher self is having

And I can’t be certain

Someone else isn’t dreaming him too

On the hush hush, you understand

If you think you’ve found it

Then you’ve lost it

If you think you’ve lost it

Then you’re like a thirsty man

Swimming in a pure clear pool

Complaining that he can’t

See any water

Take off your hat

Bow to the blizzard

That is my friendly advice


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