SWEAT(NOT SWEET. NOT WET) SWEAT DREAM

THIS POEM NEEDS NO ITRODUCTION OR EXPLANATION-----ENJOY (I HATE THAT,YOU KNOW ONE DAY I WENT INTO A SHOE SHOP AND GOT A PAIR OF BOOTS-UPON PAYING THE BLOKE IN THE SHOP SAID "ENJOY" ITS BAD ENOUGH IN A CAFE--BUT A SHOE SHOP?)

ROLLING SEAS,
WAVES,KISS THE SHORE.
BIRDS HOVERING ON HIGH
FOR MORSELS SCAN.
HORIZONS,HORIZONS SO FAR,
WHAT LIES BEYOND.
AM I LOST?
AM I AT ALL?
OR DO I JUST EXIST,IN ME.
ALAS,I KNOW NOT.

"TONE-----TONE--WAKE UP--WAKE UP"

"HUH?"
WOULD IT BE
THAT I SHOULD FLY?
COULD IT BE?
NO--NO NOT I

"TONE--WHAT ARE YOU ON ABOUT?"

"HUH--WHAT?"

"COR BILMEY MATE,
WHATS GOING ON
I COULDN'T HAVE BEEN
ASLEEP FOR LONG"

"YOU WERE,
YOU WERE IN THE LAND OF NOD
RANTING A RAVING
YOU SILLY SOD."

"KNOW WHAT?
I DREAMED THE POETS CURSE
THE STUFF I HATE.
NON RHYMING VERSE.
IT KEPT ME AWAKE
HALF THE NIGHT,
WOKE UP IN A SWEAT
RECITING SHITE"