22.10.03

Asleep

The ghosts of these buildings visit me in my dreams.
And because of my sleep-state you can't hear my screams.
I tossed and lost all sign of the coast.
Land was a place where we wished to be most.

The beer that I drank filled my belly with pain.
The fog and the dog seemed to darken the lane.
And the ghost at the door from the pages of lore.
Sounded like Janis Joplin all drunk on the floor.

Awake and asleep both at the same time.
The morning all hiding like in commit of a crime.
When really awake in my head I did bake.
These easy oven visions and my peice of the cake.

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