Felt the two dreams spiral around with feelers on ant man's head giving fangs from fangs it had to twine green barbaric gladiator God model t ford oil snob nostril hair opinionator nasal flame thrower supreme commander supremist bat guy from power planet!

Knock knock

Who's there?

Mark

Mark Who?

Marco Polo


Knock knock

Who's there?

Illusion

Illusion who?

Maybe you!


Socks was walking around

It was a good day

To be a pair of stripy socks

Looking real good

Hot hot hot!


Socks that glow in the night

With toes that have eyes

If they get closer it is wise

To do perfect foot rubs

Then they will notice

And fall in love.

What is known about logic,

assuming it as cold and empty is missing the point of it

Logic is pure in a way though not religious

As to see as is with no paint or judgments

Perhaps deeper than passing thoughts

Intelligence 

Mints..

Alice was pouting with pleasure

As her dream man descended the stairs

She rolled her eyes then threw her dice

This was a matter of Sugar and Spice Girls

With a triumphant smile she entered

The space age

Then bob wraith came by and replied

Give him time or

Come to my haunted mansion for

Gossiping

Gossiping

Poor Alice so sad grabbed a lollipop

This one had magic

And extra sugar

Then she exploded and rearranged herself

With a new set of jaws

And mints

I do nothing and a thong hits me!

With a look to the past

I say past


As in pat tense

And

Pretty much gone

To vanish

And be on its

Merry way

To some special unknown

Place

On some elevator

Going up or

Down!

Peace collecting now

Picture made me

Hearing the wind

And a glass cracks in half

Blown fast

Picture me running free

Doing as I choose

Magically

Kingdom of love..

yea, right on

Oh have faith fine sir light of the world, good is on its way like cake, absurdly sublime, many good times so callu calla enjoy your days, be wise and shine, you do, break those blues, out weird spot with tidal smile detergerent for the smelly stuff!

We live in the age of brevity and wit and not the age of bulky novels.

Leslie Perry (thanks)

Your poem made me very happy.

Rabbit hole so evil..

never what a hole would seem

Sweet spot of a dream

Yet wretched shapes of being

Gnash their teeth

Sometimes scream

To distort the picture on the cave

Walls

With creepy paintings of

Zombies

The doors remain hidden

Hardly a dream at all

A computer hides behind the

Wall

You return to sanity

As the clock is ticking

Madly

Mad watch smashed hard

And flowers freeze in showers

Mad

It was far away

Formula one came

A flying car

Just for fun

Bees make flowers

Fruit dripping juice

Love this good life

Do.