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