Pillows for Pachyderms

I pinched you were sleeping but you didn’t wake up
I dreamed you were drinking from a cracked wooden cup
Dear mother is it true all your life you have spent
At the mercy of a driver whose ride he once lent
I looked for my keys and a cloth for my cut
Your eyes gave no motion so tomorrow I sought
On the way down the alley a small child I met
A reflection said this guru what you see is your debt

I looked for my keys but I hid them they are hidden only I make the motion
As a child I was spoken for I gained my personhood at the spinning door
In the time it takes on the dancing floor to turn around
And around ‘til my feet hit the ground
And you smash your face nose first in the mirror
And it swells up well over your eyes
Dear mother will I see your tomorrow
She says why must you compare us in the length of our lives

I pinched you while I was sleeping wouldn’t you wake me up
If my feet stay connected I’ll less likely erupt
Dear mother is it true all your money you’ve spent on the pillows for the pachyderms that you see jump the fence

On my way out the window a small buzzard I met
A reflection said this guru what you’ll see is your debt

I looked for my keys but I hid them they are hidden only I make the motion
As a child I was spoken for I gained my personhood at the spinning door
In the time it takes on the dancing floor to turn around
And around ‘til my feet leave the ground