It's no Biggie. Just Waking up.

Mine are the dinosaur dreams
Flush with impending skies
I pour myself into the mattress
To pop and crackle through the night.
Finally scooped, soft and unpalatable
When tomorrow finally opens the spoon drawer
The crispness of horizontal musings
Is mush in my stomach.
I place myself against the earth
And push

It wasn't in the eddies of the hour 

Or in the chair that shook the floor

Or through the heart that carries my insides around

But in the intentions of the moment

That I first caught your smile

Without crushing its wings.

I find that money carries you

Amongst the stones and stars

Forever 

In every direction