I had a dream about you last nap.
As you know, naps are rare for me.
But dreams about you
are as common as pizza.
Maybe our dreams will meet
and we can live in the heads
of one another
with eye closed and bladders full.
Don't be a snake,
stop blocking your blog,
and let's embrace the moving
from moving on.
My tattoos move,
but only for you.
So, don't be a mystery to me
or my little left.
Or just knock it off,
because the future
is not ours
and I hate that song.