You’ve been dreaming for years now
And have developed this tendency to leave your mind on the milky way and SOHO streets hoping that someone will trip over it and love what you are thinking
The day a flat-footed scientist with a festish for pictures and poetry trips over you seven times is one day like a plastic poland spring bottle—
You will be proud
Because there is nothing like the taste of success on the tip of your fingure tips
He will be hungry & You’ll have food for thought
Food for the world to grapple over.