So, I Dream of Raining Fucks

[Tempest]

So, I Dream of Raining Fucks

Dream
I dream of androgynous fragmented waters>Awkward
Liquid bodies and vapoured thoughts >
touching a cantankerous stratopshere >
with a hue of softer horizons >
Rain
Rain jagged teeth on me>
itched like lichen on a stump>
with epicurean subtext>I like this part, expand on epicurean subtext
And I'm liking the idea>
of red commie sunsets>
splashing equality dew>
like dreams of yesterday
carried by handsome men in black masks>
Perfumed by the scent of amphetamine green>
on naked morning skin,>
we can swallow in whole>
the worth of our voucher-redeemed suffering>these lines seem messy to me
Fuck
Fuck every hole they left in you>yes, transition into next line better
Burning monks and blazing dharma
while scamps of the mind race
along the trains with pockets full of rent-free love
Naked, the young are dreaming sweaty in their beds>favorite line
with souls bursting fifty REM per second>bursting threw off the vibe
and run-on thought patterns
So what if we can't fly; we can float
we float like corpses with
water bloat gasping for life
We float like our aspiring thoughts
and rising action dreams
but these lines are getting longer >
and the pauses between selves>I get this
seem to reveal positive correlations>
inescapable as they are exhausting>
so
so maybe, y'know, we could just head to the office and grab some coffee on the way

This poem is hopefully a wide departure from my last (My Wheelchair). I definitely didn't try as hard for structure, so let me know if it turned out any better or worse for the measure.

This poem is awkward like a good Dali painting.
The last line was weird for me.
Vivid.
I'd like to see more.