Awaken by the barking of a mad dog

The girl in front of me

Is a furnace

Wrapped in a flag

I’m burning up

Inside my skin

And I can feel how my face

Is really just a mask

I’m really far away

Falling in and out of a lecture

Poets are seldom rich

I can still feel

The fall I never really took

Off the stage

Blinded by the bright lights

And the lobster says

That there is a shotgun

Between it’s legs

It’s pretending it’s a penis

I laugh at the lobster

And it tips it’s hat to me

…and walks away