When I smoke blue dream
I reemerge from the ground
A muse
With a harp
More splendid than any king
That has ever set foot
On this earth
How do you feel
Morally
About living in the Middle East
In the rock garden
Of infertile possibilities
Where fools attract other fools
At least one king was driven insane

By the drinking water
Don’t dive into the lilypads
They are schizophrenic
And only sometimes nice
The rocks cannot save you a seat

At the round table
Plus
Who would want to put their mouth

On a male mannequin
Almost smiling