Fairies Wear Boots

Our truest life is when we are in dreams awake. - Thoreau

as assuredly as green grass has roots

as, undeniably, trees in eden bore fruits

as, knowingly, the moon and tide are in cahoots

as, inevitably, a thief loots and a gun shoots

last night at an electric funeral in the spiral architecture of my dream

a symptom of the universe lost in wheels of confusion behind a wall of sleep

as i traveled a hard road into the void accompanied by children of the sea

i saw that neon knights holding paranoid swords with hands of doom aren't nearly as short as you might think they'd be

wizards of a planet caravan like to blink

as they give national acrobats a tongued kiss

smoke from a snowblind elf pollutes

pixies are killing themselves to live as they hide behind pin-tripe suits whilst

fairies wear boots

Author's Note

"We seem but to linger in manhood to tell the dreams of our childhood, and they vanish out of memory ere we learn the language." - Thoreau