friday morning late
woke up under a canopy of white stone blocking the daylight from my dreams puppies cryin coz they're missin their mama since the last minute she went away to the kitchen and i drove for fourteen and a quarter miles to the edge of the universe while the blue sky poured heavily on about a thousand horses running on a steel dust road looking for a reason for the orange colored roses to drag their skirts to the ball and they laugh when the sugar clouds touched their cheeks and their tongues so my mama tells me wake up sweet little dearie catch the train to the moon
memory