sometimes i dream about
having a family, having a wife, having kids
having dogs running around the yard
live in a big beautiful house on the lake
somewhere in the mountains
with wild nature around us
fireplace, porch, chimney
windows from floor to ceiling
a big yard with flowers and beautiful bushes
grand piano and instruments from around the world
friends and family visiting now and then
a library full books and a cinema full of films
a music room full of vinyls and hifi stereo systems
kitchen covered in light
sounds of love and laughter in the air
refrigerator full of healthy fresh food
fruitbowls on the tables
plants around the house
scents of flowers blooming
calisthenics playground outside
and an obstacle course like in war movies
all the best stuff
cars and boats and guitars and clothes from milan
now and then me and my great godess lover go travel together
we explore the world, we experiment
we express our experience and experience the expression
sex drugs dance songs cultures orgies fashion food fame film
i want to watch her in the moonlight and see her looking at me
eyes smiling with playful erotic wonder and danger
as we play on the great earth garden
floating in space
sometimes i dream about what it would mean to never have any of this
just live alone and write songs and books and poems
dream of different lives but through my characters and stories
it’s just me here because i am so fucking difficult and crazy
and too deep and too intense as you already might know
or maybe dont so all my poetry is a warning
too much love, too much cock, too much god
i am the ultimate drug
i want to go in my lovers eyes and swim in her sea of knives
got these scary dreams that haunt my lullabies
i sing her to sleep and she wants more of me
so much that it’s never ever enough
and i want her even when she wants to kill me
give her more than she could ever want
something to kill something to fill
the inner vice voids
sometimes i close my eyes and dream about the goodbyes
how everyone we love will die
or we will die not knowing how they will cry
funeral fuckfest midnights
i dont know which is worse
i dont know if life is a miracle or a curse
whatever
sometimes i dream about seeing the world
all those places where nobody goes
just wander the lands barefoot and nameless
meet fellow travelers on the road to nowhere
timeless beings searching for home
give the gift of solitude
sometimes i dream about her perfect pussy
not too wet, not too tight
and how it must feel like heaven
being inside her forever and ever and ever
the way she tastes, the ways she moans
ecstasy rush pupils cum explosions spine sperm sweat nails
war cries and madness and growling snakes dancing in wild blood
sportfucking flashes in church with jesus weeping
while jerking off inside a nuns virgin asshole
rock hard nipples rock n roll tuesday afternoons
new york city jazz club coke bathrooms with gay best friends
5am lonely piano whiskey before sleep on long distance flights
back to the slog
sometimes i dream about making a lot of money and burning it all
just to know what it’s like
to drive off into the sunset
straight off a cliff to paradise
supermodel love suicide sex
drink from her champagne breasts
in poet motels with broken radiators
make love on hollywood cadillac hoods in the desert
heroin las vegas stripper porn pawn shops
sometimes i dream about running for president
on some kind of secret planet full of lost children
stuck in time
like us
the truth is i have a million dreams
and i try to remember to stay here in this one
because once upon a time someone dreamed of this
dreaming of me and dreaming of you
with all that is happening now
so maybe this is a dream
even our failures always absolutely perfect
we could go to space and float away into the stars
live without rules in dark bars
shiver with burning love
of a thousand dying suns
dreaming of this moment
on pause, on standby
waiting for a new dream
addicted to the dreams that enslave us all
and then there’s you
memories of you as a young girl at my parents house
you looked so alone and scared
but when i saw you at your daddy’s again many years later
i saw you again for the first time
that moment
something changed in me
although i didn’t know it right then
i became some kind of saint or evil man
i don’t even know
fear swallowed me but faith of a real life
somewhere somehow
with you and my songs and all this
i am in trouble i thought and knew that right away
she is trouble
her eyes
her…
everything
dreams of old and new
crash into each other
raging waves against a lighthouse
your dark wild tears streaming silently
forming valleys on your body
my finger traces
on your skin and up your spine
the tenderness…
the silent language…
roars and screams
only with eyes
dreamworlds within cityscapes
sometimes i dream
of you dreaming
of me
oh honey, tell me when…
you are ready
to escape into me
full time
part time
i don’t give a fuck
i give much more
no systems or institutions
can ever tame this
united states of you and me
i burn for you