Somnambulant drifters
caressing thoughts in my sleep
with tightly whittled fingers
crashing through this snow globe in time

Somnambulant drifters
tickling splinters
scratching codes on my skin
paving roads to my death? to my destiny?

My festered toes
typing pages in my dreams
a story of lament and drinking
with sonorous skeletons

My fossil body, lifeless
under a sky of marching satellites
with pink Technicolor eyes