Mind's garden
is the only utopia
I've ever found
worth fighting for
because dreams
give birth
to worlds
far beyond
our own

I intend
to spin
a galaxy
of yarn
to thread
something warm
and protecting from
winter's grip
upon my soul

Dancing monkeys
are of course
a fine motif
to something
so coarse
as my knitting

Impending
lessons
seem to thicken
my appetite for drink
so those monkeys can dance
like butterflies from my ass
Maybe I should eat caterpillars
instead?

Experientially
give birth
to something warm
and protective
with fine motif
so those monkeys can dance