I have lucid dreams where I
am floating above the sea,
and when something goes awry,
I crash into the reef.

I took out on the open road
on a bicycle made of clay.
I pedaled fast, the chain got hot,
the gears snapped and fell away.

And when I fumbled a knife
that was forged to raise hell,
the hand that dropped the machete
dropped to the ground as well.