the untimely rooster
cock-a-doodle-doo'ed
cock'd it up
(as they do)
my dreams
my nameless dreams
my beautiful dreams
my infinite dreams
exploding out of existence in some horrifying kerouacian
nirvana (too much/too soon)
traveling out, beyond the pale
i am a merely a product of my time
(misplaced, no doubt)
the pale sunlight
the cold winter glow (silently)
answers the cock-a-doodle-doo
alas, its just the chimes of my phone -
the last vestiges of my dreams melt
into the fresh fallen snow