It might have been a dream

It might have been a dream

I don’t know

It seemed real enough

That being said

Reality is hard to find

When it is subject

To Orwellian logic

Truth is hard to believe

Lies ring bells.

Perhaps I sleep more soundly

Under the stars

Among the trees

Silent whispers

Incidental music

Passing from branch to branch

An information highway

We can all imagine

Better things

All the President's men

Are skeletons

A chorus line

High kicking

Jive talking

Breaking into song

Leaving a trail of disruption

In their wake

Climbing ladders

To the moon

It is chaos out there

Beyond the atmosphere

Where the chokers

Cling on to life

By their fingernails

Every dream I have

Lies further from reason

Closer to delusion

If it’s not a nightmare

Or a byproduct of

Too much cheese

I have journeyed

Through dimensions

And the existence

Of a brave new world

Has become

A tad

More unwelcome

Than a physicist’s

Wet dream.