- CCR
Dream #7,897,543

A shattered statue
Once stood on the floor
An Adonis Madonna
Named after a whore.
Well, still she spoke
Good English
Her breath had the scent of night
And poems she loved to say
Oh my God
I see delight
Along with many new ways
To remember my minds phantom
Of her laid out on the floor
Teaching me language
In a primitive wet style
Flash…the scenes of sex
That causes me to smile
Into a blissful state
For reasons, I’ll be coming late
And the noise will reek my ears
Into believing
I‘m as walked on as a rug
What? Is it here?
Yes, it has crept on me like a bug
And that last word
I saw she said
Is pushed on back inside my head,
As all the light that comes in streams
Drowns out her face
There in my dreams.