Scrambles and Coffee

This dream satanic
the moon lost hope of rising in my window

I think I sleep walk sometimes
When I awake on the bathroom floor
When I thought I had walked back to bed.

Dream, stop.

Over, your morning reality is interfering with this transmission

I can tell you till it is gone
and you won't understand
but it all made sense
it had context

Then passing through the gates
I let the spoon drop
I think it has been a long time
But the word is long
and stretched off minds
for great lengths

Buzz the radio is inside my mug
Weather over scrambled eggs with wings