Life Is A Dream Poem by Mark Nichols

With their white picket fence
And their wormwood kitchenette
And a lifetime overflowing
With the scenes they can't forget

Little brother's catching roaches
In a pool of vinaigrette
While the baby's pulling pablum
From a spoon without regret

There's an elbow sucking lackey
Selling flowers on a bet
And O'Malley
In the alley
With his outdoor TV set

Is your head
A magical, wonderful place?
With hundreds of clowns
Throwing pies in the face
And a hobo who's dancing on
Top of a unicorn
Muttering something about
Shakespeare and reindeer
And somebody's collarbone
Hung from the moon in traditional fashion
And nobody has any clothes on
They're dancing outside in the rain

And I'm poking a needle deep into my eye
Just to see if there's some way
To get me to cry

And I wonder, I wonder
Oh, why, why, why, why
They're serving up ice cream
On cold Karma pie

If anyone here has the answers
My friend
Of what just might follow
What follows the end

And me I'm in Bermuda shorts
The morning news reports
They'll be showers here by four
There's a game on what's the score?

Sometimes I wonder 'bout what it all means
Sometimes
Sometimes
And life is a memory
Life is a dream

Sometimes I wonder about what it all means
But life is a memory
Life is a dream