It came to visit last night,
as I laid sleeping in my bed.
Did you meant to wake me up?
Were you watching as I slept?
First came the unease as I felt the chill,
then came the noises all about the room.
Whatever have you touched?
Or were you also startled?
Then the images came,
as I huddled well-aware.
Something’s poking out
maybe trying to tell a tale.
Long white finger’s poking.
Then an attempt at an embrace?
Not just gonna take it, I thought,
so I crossed you out.
Then a warmth spread,
maybe I passed a test.
A peace within as I fell asleep,
and there were no more dreams.

Jesus, my star.

(Half inspired by choir music, half by a headache.)

Jesus, my star,
have you traveled far.
Give me the courage to follow
through the desert & swamp.

We are hand in hand,
in spirit & in flesh.
All around us, the world
makes us believe in you.

Oh, my dove,
fly my spirit away,
to your father’s kingdom,
to my resting place.

If you are dead, then
I know I’m saved.
If you’re alive,
then I rest my faith.

We are hand in hand,
in spirit & in flesh,
to your father’s kingdom,
to my resting place.

Oh, my dove,
fly my spirit away.
We are hand in hand,
to my resting place.


My imagination’s trying to get me killed.
Is this reality or another bouncing castle?
Is this a hand or somebody’s asshole?
Does the light play tricks or is it the shadow?

I see different things at the same time in different places.
Do I dream inside the dream and then miss the exit?
I stare at you for hours on end that’s the least creepy.
History in the family, it’s genetic batshit.

Saner than sane, paranoid, better hand me that search light.
Can’t deny there’s romance in dangerous derangements.
Take you time, plan ahead, bright futures for E-V-E-R-Y-ONE.
Who’s to say who’s who who’s what who’s gonna go cufulagaluu.