My Dream Word-For-Word Poem by Christopher R. Kennedy

White glasses glinting through chocolatey darkness
Skeletal fingers wrapped hurriedly in aged duct tape
Calf muscles like Fed-Ex packages nailed to your legs
Man with top hat, relinquish to me your bead necklace
And tell me where I can find 14th Street from here
I am lost in a maze of story segments and
Self-narrated audio books
I need to be somewhere in roughly nineteen
Minutes and I have to learn to play the viola by
Next Thursday, else somebody of some sort will be after me
Ah, but now you are a woman, and what a
Lovely scarlet handbag and rhinestone miniskirt
Would you perhaps like to make love
Yes? Okay thank you that turkey bacon was divine
Will you marry me, then, brunette mermaid with flapping bird wings
And now I am flying and the world is falling
What a terrific view of the earth from Mars
But, alas, it is time for me to depart
Furry blue aliens from the planet Mars
Here is my grandfather’s gold watch
And perhaps I’ll see you beautiful ladies
For brunch tomorrow morning.