THE HOUSE OF DREAMS
APPEARED QUITE BY
CHANCE, UNINVITED
AND VERY PUT OFF
BY A CROWD SHOWING
THAT MADE ME RUN,
TAIL BETWEEN MY LEGS
WONDERING AT MY FATE
A LITTLE TOO LATE
FOR SPILLED MILK,
THE TIME HAD COME
TO MAKE PURSES OF SILK
AND OWN UP TO MY
REAL BACKYARD,
THAT PLACE WHERE YOU
STUFF THE YEARNINGS
OF FORMER DAYS
AND SECRET JOURNIES
INTO A BOX FOR TOMORROW,
NOTHING LIKE A LITTLE
REALITY TO AWAKEN EVEN THE
DEEPEST TEMPTATIONS,
SO AS I SEARCHED FOR
A PLACE TO HANG
MY HAT,
IT SEEMED TO KEEP
COMING BACK,
THAT WILD WIDE VIEW
THE ROLLING WAVES
THE PLACE THAT REMINDED
ME OF ART DECO
AND MY AUNT’S PARTIES,
TIME AFTER TIME
I DENIED,
UNTIL FINALLY DEMANDING
A PRIVATE SHOWING,
THERE WAS NO GOING BACK,
FOR I HAD SUNK INTO
THE TRAP OF DESIRE,
YOU KNOW THE ONE
WHERE IT LOOPS
LIKE A SONG HOOK,
TRAVELING THROUGH
EVERY THOUGHT
EACH TIME
ANOTHER RHYME,
ALL THE SAME