lizard dreams
got to let my spikes down
catch a little shut-eye
try to remember
that tune i forgot
walking off the blues the other day
mumbling hints of jazz.
i must be a rock
because here I am again
ready to grow moss
still eating kelp like Popeye
swilling wine like Bacchus
got to get my muffins
out the oven.
was born half warlock—half witch
conjured up a parade when i was nine
no bubblegum on my heel
that’s not the way i roll
mine’s stuck to your shoe
look, but don’t disturb it
it’s a masterpiece
of elastic art in the making.
