While I Was Sleeping...
While I Was Sleeping...
While I was sleeping mushrooms grew
and half mankind or more
went hungry to their bed.
When I was wrestling succubus
bloodless leaves, pale and homeless
fell to indifferent sod.
AS I squeezed uncomfortable pillow
empires slowly grew
in dark and hostile gardens
and while I gasped a dream away
a foreign child
breathed first astonishing air.
While I was sleeping mushrooms grew
and a door in heaven opened softly wide
while lovers listened
with darkness on their smiling lips
and woodland beasts would make no plan
nor know regret.
Wise old men with intact answers
pale and bloodless to their own sod fell
as this blue ball spins in the nocturne.
While I was sleeping mushrooms grew ...
today I will pick mushrooms.
