Dreaming with my Thumb

Dreaming with my Thumb

Oddly tight on a crescent moon

Young children dance under water

With tiny white petals of light they all spin

Red velvet sun makes a cool breeze hotter

Diamonds and monkeys all sit in a row

Eating chocolate pudding with Marilyn Monroe

The cigarettes puff

The children are stuffed

And I sometimes feel I should go

Taking flight, key on kite

I stack and pack the lamb

Wishing fish, missed a kiss

But know just who I am

Lost campsite, dead of night

I dream hitch with my thumb

Reaching out to touch your lips

I taste the sweetest rum

© 2/3/1998, William Grant Preston

Grant's Rants - Poetry