Mugger Blues

You spend your life in clouds. Days pass by. 

And one night,

You fall asleep on the train home from work.

And it's a new dream. 

A waking dream--an awake dream--a dream that makes life 


seem little more than a blurry 

two hour nap.

And they'll ask you.

Was there, 

brown-green metallic light irradiating the wood beyond the 


factory fences?

And now,

is there an odd cough or the unexplained bruise?

Think nothing of it I say.

You look fine to me.