It Had Flat Tires Poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar

A mindbinding that begins,
With an awakening from a dream that ends...
Sends one that has become conscious,
Wondering...
If a message 'was' sent...
Why does it seem to make little sense?

And how important is it,
To seek from those who do not comprehend...
Why anyone would dream,
Something the dreamer does not understand?

'What did you eat before you went to sleep?
Maybe you shouldn't eat it again.
Especially if you ran from it.
And it chased you screaming.
With, as you say...
A pigeon behind the wheel,
Of a tricycle that had four flat tires?

I wish I could help you.
But I don't have dreams like that.
It had flat tires, huh?
Well...'

And 'why' are you looking at my stomach?