Love's Lullaby (The Wetdream That Wasn't)

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May 21, 2002
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Yo, we need a spoken word/poetry forum up in this bitch. Anybody else consider themselves a poeta in here?

Love's Lullaby (The Wetdream That Wasn't)

Staring at your picture
Slipping away into
Comfortable folds of
Deep sleep I
Pause
Treading
The warm waters of
Tired body and
Waning brain
Activity

It is
Drifting on that sea of
Mental uncertainty
Where dreams and
Cold reality melt into a
Heated nacho cheese sauce of
Finger lickin goodness
Where my
Mind plays tricks on me
While
The Reality TV show that is my life
Go's
To a commercial break

I'm falling now
Spinning down the rabbit hole
While red and blue pills
Light my way like
Jellybean runway lights

At last
My errant flight
Is coming
To an end
And I'm wondering
Where are my fucking peanuts?
As jelly doughnut wheels
Meet a black licorice
Landing strip

Ahhh...
Here in my
Candy Land
Munchkins run amok
Singing
In a crescendo of
Helium filled falsetto
While Gepetto
Slowly paints my
Brown eyes closed
As I beg him
To cut my strings

Here I can
Croon like Lenny Williams
Telling you
How much
I,I,I,I,I,I,I love you
While dancing like
Fred Astaire
And painting
Your nude body
On top of mine in a
Whirlwind of
Technicolor flesh tones
In lipstick and
White eye shadow

In this place you
Drive my car
Wear my jacket
Sit across the dinner table
From me as we
Throw kettle corn at each other over
Vases of pink tulips and
Bowls of Sherries Berries and
Fine china plates filled with
Steamed crab legs
Swimming in that
Butter sauce you like so much

Here you are
My Shining star
My superstar
My caviar
My brand new car smell
That I like, like you like
The summertime and drop tops
Pants that fit and tube tops
Bud Ice, long islands and
Mustard
On your chili dogs

In la la land
My heart beats exactly
5 foot 4 and half inches a second
While in 36 inches of
Clear blue sky fly
27 Pretty pink flamingos so high
That I
Have to
Shield my eyes from a blazing
42 inches of succulent sun
Seductively wrapped in
G-string dreams stuffed
In genuine BabyPhat jeans
yeah

But now
Seductively
You approach me
In a teddy, like you ready
To do
Bad things in slow motion

Big waves in a small ocean
Of self serving lust
In heaps of glutinous
Sexual frust-ration
I'm chasing
You
You, beautiful you
You, sexy you
You, voluptuously bad muthafucka you!

Your
Sticky skin on my own
Blood rushing from my head
To my curling toes
You got me
Right where I want me
Witcho
Cowboy hat
And leather chaps
I'm flat
On my back
Arms tied
Stripped down to my
Tightly-whiteys
When suddenly
The alarm goes off
And I wake up in a mighty

FAAAAAAAACK!!!


-Deep