I dreamed of a midget five feet tall
who stomped the poet to the ground
he kicked me in the hot shsot square
then ran away.
Homer my tortured cousin
all seven feet tall..dropped his cards
and put chase under the bridge
where front street meets the river.
While roses and bread rot on the street
and lovers embrace
I halucinated and felt the pain
as my cousin chased the midget
in the rain.