wind sails

don’t think you can pass by me
like a wind
pretending to impress your latest girlfriend
whose little dog is biting your toe

your dreams are like wind sails
found wild on a ship they never knew
blowing their winds toward what they know nought of

kitchen sailors, stepstone admirals
commanding ther fleets
on a collision course with my dreams
expecting nirvana
tonite.

-kb

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