My broken new spectacles.
Vision 20/20 dateline,
A shattered illusion that you could have once seen,
Had it been not for the dreams of your dreams of your dreams,
Awaken to absinthe and cappuccinos and more dreams of dreaming’s of funerals and scorpions.
Pianists fluttering Chopin E minor,
Nocturne like a nihilistic suicidal flyer,
The end is near, late stage in a metastatic hanger.
Bumblebees and butterflies,
Take that cigarette you’re smoking and give it alive.