Fanciful Dream Deferral Poem by Windsor Guadalupe Jr

There are lights of various shades,
That disengage, whilst touching the portentous glades
And the child weeps, in disarray, what a shame,
Sandman has failed, in a predicament.

There are clouds in shapes of animals,
In a variety of species, of countless shriveled crows
And disheveled noontime sun, coming, and burning eyelids
The incineration in the sleep of thoughts taking refuge

And the villainy, of horribly-shaped tedious hands,
And whispers upon rustling leaves, and rusting thieves
Of sheer and utter disclosed disappointments,

Of a child, sleeping in vanities and loud contusions
The touch, of the cotton mattress,
Astounds the soul, and pleasures the integument
The system, of inebriated solidification of dreams,

Have turned to an avalanche of squirming snakes and eights
Toppling down, the tepee of Indians in the western
Civilization boiling like broths and frothy sputums
And the fecal matter of the world upon the cranial,

Amassed the filthiest dreams of the Stygian
Celestial bodies, and aerial profanities
Walking like mice and men in cities
Shunned eyes, baffled lies

In chips sour and cream, no. Sour and scream.
Sour and scream?
Or soured dreams?
I wish to dance with you,

In a supple, subtle dream.
As soon as I hit the bed,
With the chronologies of senescence in my head,
And the stench of the words that have been said,
Where am I inside my head?

Is it the sleep that devours the sleeper?
Or is it the sleeper that consumes the sleep?
I know not of the answer, but only in a dream,
The vivacious dream that I long for, where are you?

I always think of trees and rainbows,
In pavements chasing trains, and in quays with rummaging boats
Perhaps, dreams are not meant for me,
And I am famished, I long for their lucidity

Treetops turned to spirals,
Clouds transforming into fumes,
Warmth of the waves, reducing to sand dunes,
Where are all the wondrous dreams that the books hold?

Then I shall stay awake,
In the burial of the dream crest’s bottom,
I have no intentions to sleep now,
For my dreams are always deferred.