She sleeps in her dream

In her bed
on the rim of a dream.

Locked inside
nautilus’s chambers.

Walking a maze,
— don’t touch the door knob!

Maybe a wolf is hiding inside
or maybe a hunter.

A new drug is looking
for some new brain-cells to reside!

A palm is turning into an eye
and fingers into tentacles.

A guy came from upstairs,
the one who collects all rents
in the end,
— don’t look into his eyes!

He sits,
bites his lower lip.

Till it bleeds,
till it bleeds.

Reading Daily News.

a psychedelic blues.

“Will you give another chance? *
Will you try, little try?”

She sleeps inside her dream.


  • Jim Morrison “Shaman’s Blues”

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