Victory Theme

someday we will slip into my dreams:
we could tend the dark cornfields,
tame the horrors that stalk me
or
to the very beach I arbitrarily idolize;
or pressing the limits,
the end of time, the start of my life -
I’ll live it over again, yes I would choose that
a better chance for the world to know my name
to build a frame that fits my fantasy
how picturesque; a sunrise. I wish for anything.

circuit repetition; songs of praise from pothead poets
from the heart of our mouths, i speak with soft precision
following the dreams I’ll fail to attain,
sleeping in the sweet promise that the world is ending.
wherever I go, I reserve the right to change my mind
and forever I will escape at the very last moment.