Waking up beside the cousin of sleep

Discussing my week with the mirror, brushing my teeth

Dozens of dreams cataloged in my notes scattered on

My covers and sheets, rummaging at the crack of dawn

Through crumpled receipts for pills to tap the damn alarm

I either feel knackered or a need to keep a dagger drawn

In fact, if I tagged along and sang a happy song

Perhaps we could find some common ground for dancing on

As it stands I’m on some other shit

Another kid rancid, wrong, handle gone, vandal on trampled lawn

Man, swear I’ll get my blessings soon

Staring at a crescent moon, beware of when a hairy adolescent bloom

Very messy room, carpet is stained

Watching the particles, rain drops in the yard and my brain stops

And a strange thought enters my head

Something waits on the end of my bed

Looking for your cereal bowl

Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes

Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals

I’ll carry your material soul - to the land of nod

Looking for your cereal bowl

Rolled outta bed, scribbling your dreams into notes

Low profile, flow vile, nefarious goals

I’ll carry your material soul - Sleeper

Scatterbrained and panicked trying to ascertain

Fact from fake when shit I see don’t show in camera frames

Having strange happenings happen day after day

Shadows dance ballet, prance and play as I glance away

Walking in a trance past the morning bus

No shortage of my little phantasmagorias

An elongated figure stands at my door at dusk

And when it tries to twist the handle, I force it shut

Talks timidly, pretty broads tend to leave

In his proximity, fishy thoughts finicky

Dizzy, lost in his dreams, spitting coughing and screaming

At demons when he’s leaving his sleep and

Waking up at 10, I make a cup again

Pick up a pen and write what I remember on my covers when

A sudden stench interrupts the jotting

I look up and see a green face I’ve often seen in dream states, chuckling