I once rode a dead horse
Into a ghost town
And sat in the shade
Of a burning saloon
Raised a broken glass as
The flames spread fast
And toasted absent friends
That I never knew
Ride the hypnagogic night mare
Turn my eyes to the dim horizon
I woke up cornered
By mundane objects
Becoming colossal
In a shrinking room
Hacked at the branches
Of the tree I hanged from
Carved extinct creatures
For a shoe-box zoo
Ride the hypnagogic night mare
Turn my eyes to the dim horizon