Living the Life



I’m naked at the worst of times.

Which is my way of saying,

I never know what’s going on.

Which is fun, but oh so wrong.


Last week I was in a restaurant in Paris

Where I’d eaten three live bunnies.

In my defence they were choc-fudge

And when prodded they didn’t budge.


On that note,

Hannibal Lecter is not a great dinner guest.

Or the best voice of reason,

I don’t think anyone is, who uses tears to season.


I often meet my third grade English teacher.

The one who was a werewolf,

And ate my best friend Chris.

She always tells me, that I can do better than this.


Sometimes I sing in a soul church,

Where the congregation are all instruments.

They rhythmically mock me

And complain when I’m off key.


My teeth keep falling out, so I plant them.

I now have fifteen tooth trees in my yard.

I’m at a loss what to do,

No one is willing to buy fruit they can’t bite into.


This may all be strange to you,

For me it’s just what I go through.

Because nothing is as it seems,

When you’re living the life of your dreams.








5 thoughts on “Living the Life

    1. Thank you, you are too kind.
      I took the most common dreams and started daydreaming.
      The non sequiturs were my way of disorienting, like an odd series of dreams until the final stanza awakening.
      Thanks for the comment.


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