Goodnight, sleep tight
your teeth are made of peanuts
you live inside
a walrus named Athena
Curl up your eyes
and blend into the future
you work for bees
who never say real nice things
they sting your brain
and lead you into nightmares
Stab the bees
with daggers made of armpits
and watch their blood
turn into a tugboat
Now you're free
to walk into the queen's nest
and steal her head
she owes you at least that much
Crack the head
on marmots made of diamonds
and out will spill
the clones of all your eyelids
they float around
and bake you loaves of tea bread
You eat the bread
it tastes just like a mountain
it yells at you
and thinks your name is Ingred
Digest the bread
and crawl out of the walrus
sail a ship
that tells you it's an island
it owns some sheep
and soon they start to count you
Two, three, four
and seven, eight, and nine ten...