Any day now,
Lenny, we shall live,
at last together..
off the fat of
promised land,
where fruits
are ripe
forever.

The land
where lions frolic
in the poppy fields
with lambs.
There we shall live
forever as the goats
who said “we can!”

Two lambs of God,
anointed with
the sweetest poppy milk..
and wrapped in robes
of red and gold,
transparent threads
of silk.

I’ll point you
to the bunnies,
chasing one another,
oh.. so.. far away.
And then pull out
my Colt Peacemaker.
Cock, aim, pull,
kaboom!

Then you awake.