i ran from left to right 
because i slept in storybook
of flying whales
and old men selling fish straight off the hook

there was a time i dreamt of fallacy and castles
of foxes jumping far across the page
of tinfoil monsters and canopy tents
and kids that never age

i took my first 5 o'clock nap 
to the tune of a bright pink dvd 
that afternoon i hung out with a sailor boy
where we shared a meal at sea

i remember an idle rest
and tossing phantom stones
but i don’t recall a touching narrative 
or any ordinary homes

perhaps tonight i’ll think of dairy farms with flying cows of what my dreams now lack 
or instead i'll forget the singing owls and i’ll take my coffee black