To MLP
a boy wakes the poet
shaking his shoulder
like a train on fire
how much is the weather
the boy asks
who are those clouds
the poet wakes up
with purple lips
bloodied and wined
trying to remember
his last dream
something about
horse sashimi and
serial killers
the poet looks
at the wall
a plaque on the wall
when magnified reads
god making a crack pipe
out of a guy's rib
the alarm clock wakes
the poet wakes up
and goes to work