Midnight musings

 You know how they say creative people should teach their dreams and write nighttime thoughts down as soon as they wake?

Yeah, I don't think I should.

"The river shivered so I threw it off

Overnight overnight 

Something about the trees

I'm buying my sister gloves

Overnight overnight

Now eat your steak, don't throw it up

Dreamed I was dancing for the Navajo seeds fell from my rattle

I blew shivering tunes from my gourd and it showed them the past

When they nurtured the land, cared for the land, lived on the land

Then the tune changed to regular music and it was all about money

People were dancing

An old wrinkled Spanish man said let's dance a ranchera

Against the music

For your Tony (Arguello, from the NMANG, an odd man who smelled like garlic)

Crap I don't remember more"

Good thing I don't aspire to be a poet!