Time drips into the gutter Awake-moment-memory Another bird shits, wings aflutter All animals have a mother Time drips into the gutter She the poet scribbles and mutters The trick to art is never to suffer Though moving skies make her shutter And then you see A wild dream Where everything Doesn't repeat Time drips into the filter Someone's buried Their treasure again Not a demon But exceptionally dangerous Time drips into the filter She the poet remains bitter Sure sign of a winner Sincerity makes her shiver And then you see A wild dream Nothing's as it seems A gift from you to me