While I was sleeping

I wish I were the moon

To disappear once every while,

 I wish I were the Nile

To bring to life, the very life.

I wish I were a cloud,

Peeing from high Farting aloud

Airy and light gloomy and dark.

I wish I were a shark,

Roaming the oceans all alone

Jelly stomach, but heart of stone.

I wish I were a note,

A living Soor but out of scale

I wish I were a snail

My sleeping bag would be my back

Slow and remote.

I wish I were a goat

To talk in Ga’s and climb with style

I wish I were a thorn

To smell the neck of an only rose

To prick for fun but without wile

I wish I could write prose

for poets live and die with rhymes

once and again, a million times

once and again, a million times

DS