Sleeping beside me-
the dog- her face under a blanket-
Twitching with her dreams
Steering towards the Weird since 2010
Sleeping beside me-
the dog- her face under a blanket-
Twitching with her dreams
In my sleepiness,
Sitting on the couch, still dreaming
As bird softly sing.
I dreamed of a coffeeshop
That does not exist
But it was still familiar,
A place that might be many places,
A place that is no place.
There was mysterious art on the walls,
Paintings I have seen before,
But paintings that do not exist.
The coffee was warm and rich
And filled me with its warmth.
It was every cup of coffee,
Filtered through my mind and served
In the blue-embossed Chinese porcelain of dreams.