Paper dog

I’ve got a paper dog
inside my head
leading me astray
a graveyard of cigarette butts
Buried in ashes of grey
the doctors said…
Well, I don’t listen to what they say
and I’ve fallen in and out of love
in less than a day
and this paper dog
Is spewing it’s guts
In my brain
Humping paper dolls
Trying to bust a nut
I should get him done
But…
He’s a friend.

Can a man dare to dream

Sit and listen to
The sound of the pitter patter
That abounds
Like constant white noise
Asserting no significant attention
Just the buzz of human relations
Like the wings of a bee
Humming the language of nations
Industrious working of this socialisation
Working its way through the psyche
Of many generations
While clowns look to the clouds
With wisdom in their jest
And hearts of lions pounding in their chest
Perhaps detained
But noticing every freedom
Has it’s own cage
And seeing that maybe
As caged birds flaps their wings
Can a man surely dare to dream?