New Poem

OK, here's a new poem for y'all.

Tomorrow is a parakeet in your dream
Today is I am Leonard Zelig,
I am omnipresent and I'm totally
Sobbing up the lite rock, I am holding
and petting a baby ostrich, trying to make it purr.
There's a family of Philanders sleeping on the floor
I go all vortex and can't stop brushing my tongue
In the mood for violent activity and irresistible force
I have a certain irresistible force and it smells musky.
But just too embarrassed.
I pull out an old VHS tape of me doing magic.
I watch myself make my kitty disappear.
And with it's success, I smoke another cigarette.
To have an ostrich in your dreams means
or might just suggest that you are not facing
reality and living in a world of your own.
So how is it possible to be omnipresent
and still hold a baby ostrich in your lap?
It's easy. It's not a dream.