The Journey (Poem)

The wolf enters the hall
it has no tooth at all
Buttons for the pain
The skin is so plain and quite vain
There’s a lizard in the back of my hand
crawling to a safer land
And a paper square in my pocket
might be the key for the next rocket
Out of moon, out of sky
Out of world, out of lie
Sounds to carry on
and screams to move along
Borrowed feelings and stolen thoughts
seconds locked in pots
Multiple sensations roaming upstream
a foretold dream