Ticking Crocodiles

Time’s a bird

In dreamland: where

Clouds obscure absurdity-

Know nothing of the sour air, the

Insipidity that is reality;

Neverland, behind closed eyes, is closer,

Green grass grows there, and I heard

Clocks tick slower, even stop;

Raunchy pirates flaunt their swords;

Ostentatious fairies sprinkle wonder;

Crocodiles chase the cowards

Over, through, around your slumber.

Dreaming eyes see clearly

In the haze that floats and

Lingers in forever twilight, shielding

Effervescent stars and

Shrouding dreams in its moonlit luster.