I woke up chewing the pillow
lips and teeth running like some lame dogs through
archives of freedom
I stripped from myself the mantle of befuddled leaves
and clothed me in studs of mountains
my half conscience was in love with nefarious worlds
thirsty of miocen odysseys

and now

like an emperor whitout clothing
looking thru the stiff neck of an empty
chivas regal bottle
I'm searching for the dream
lost in the fog
of my sleep