Brain Waves

Like some shit posting web child
the Morphean mind goes unchecked
and shows an id ever styled
as utter chaos bottlenecked
by the longboard of a surfing brain,
hanging ten on waves of thought,
circling vast oblivion's drain
all around a forget me not
which only blooms long after dark,
but well before the light of day
shows up to make it's golden mark,
with the power of Apollo's ray,
once more making us aware...
dream surfers love their midnight air.