Professor Appleton's Dream Journal

In a dreary morning soliloquy  talking to the black bird  perching beside me It's not misunderstood  Mister I just don't understand Is fate just a word  or can you tell me the plan You see I'm tethered and torn I've been weathered and worn Could I be more than me more than what you see only an effigy

Open that Orange box The one with the toy lock and key Pieces of Polymer  Frayed at the seams A green turtle sandbox The smell of a hose pipe Do you know what I mean yellow house on the end of the street The one with the maple tree In the back yard Life was so perfect then So very perfect But the scars I couldn't see A tear in the fabric something wrong Something wrong with me

A Stereophonic slowdown  with the lights dimmed low As Two candles glow on the mantelpiece Their flames shadow-dance across the brickwork Reminds me of quiet nights with you  Patchouli on a wooden unicorn burner The one we bought at the Renaissance faire that Summer I couldn't find a talking dragon You just laughed and said "I guess you'll be okay" But I was more than just okay We were so in love that day  A photographic memory Like a trunk of magic feathers I let your pictures float around my room In orbit with a fairer moon from years ago The one we sat below on a railroad track  We smoked an entire pack that night And I can no longer chase my highs with a menthol the flavor makes me think of you And I'm not okay I bet that dragon had a lot to say