pices of a dream

poem by capricorn my dream is a puzzle yearning to be put together its architectured on deadly ground assimimlated through the eyes of martin luther king jnr prickles the ear drum like a bad song tangled into tantrums of the night owl my dream is orphaned because of lucifer my dream is priceless horizon with expensive taste my dream is a virtual standsill it speaks of vandettas into vatican christmas ventilation of vernomous oxygen spread like germs my dream vends souls to the devil for the love of golden orgasms vel;vet utters of oh,oh,oh! utopian french kisses to unsung wizards of the night they scramble to grab the pieces of my dream