Dreaming

Dreaming

Sometimes when I am dreaming,
I meet a boy who wears green grass on his head
and a paper bag around his body.
He has an engaging smile.
We roller skate thru abandoned downtown malls
and slide down tubes at amusement parks.
He takes me home to his old two story townhouse
with dusty barren rooms.
We listen at the walls to the neighbors making wild love.
Then we make loud sounds to entertain them
And laugh so hard we fall on the floor.
Sometimes when I am dreaming.

Yellowcap
4-21-2005