Friday's Mashed Poetry #1

Dead dream (sure, that's sleep for ya!)
indicates the need for swimming lessons... (if you sleep swim!)
...many haunting memories (never sleep swim, okay? ...just sayin)
Not the fucking ice cream flavor of the month! (that flavor is like toe jam)

Indigenous oaks and beeches (ladies and gents)
no way out of here (duh, that's roots for ya!)
in the mirror (aka lake!)

Wave goodbye to Hammer House of Horror
We are all afraid of the unknown
that cannot be overcome right now
it's no small act that follows

Truth hurts petticoats of shame
writing down these lines
warming, yearning, knowing
a dimension like no other

If you've been following
gathering information
cherish it for a long time
as you take my hand (or branch, as the case may be...)