outta control

Chaos ran in circles
as the platypus played
in churning waters

I was lost in thought again
until I heard the angels speak
Morpheus was dreaming

He forgot to send me mine

I haven't slept much in forever-
too much pitter-patter on the brain
like ink dripping from the nib of a pen

inclinations splattered

across the wide screen "de mi mente"

there's fog covering the sunrise
and curtains refuse to open
Perhaps that is why I can't see

Refusal, plain and simple

And all I need...
a phone call from a long lost muse
and a shot of tequila to chase it down