Eyebrows of Beautiful Illusion

I dream that I'm a gangster putting 'em in the ground for being powerless  over pizza in a suit and slick shoes with the fresh face of a young maggoty prince I spit poems for gold bullion and exit through the sun

Whale song on a plasma screen Made his ludicrous mustache vibrate

A thousand years and gazillion minutes ago I had eyebrows like a wizard in a blizzard feeding slivers of frozen gizzards to spiral-eyed lizards on the tiptop of Mt. Buzzard I keep an extra bottle in the cupboard for the doofus who wears blubber and stubbornly refuses to stop farting in the tubber

The red spiral stairs go up and down In my present condition it's impossible to tell    what's what At the top or bottom two naked women in art school ecstasy    engage in a seductive nightclub act I'm a made-up spectator with eyes for the one whose learning    there's no difference between dreams and reality Real or not the woman next to me becomes entranced She's easily transported between things she is and isn't I believe I'm a spirit too She asks if I brought the coconut oil I wake up in bed with the sea all around me Trees whatever Her pink tush makes me hard and soft It all makes perfect sense  I have supernatural powers I possess her body with mine I see life My cock hits my belly kerplunk I don't fear a sweet death What kind of reality is this anyway and why do I love    the vision she is

Bald and toothless with dark skin and a worried expression who is this little twerp who bears my namesake minus a vowel and a soul

Two airplanes a bus a car and a taxicab later we're back where we started surrounded by little tiny policeman  with hairy backs walking old ladies across the street and picking up trash