You Can Never Go Back to Eden

I went to bed early Saturday evening

Dreamt of the black hole of Calcutta

Soldiers in Saks Fifth Avenue gowns
And $.50 haircuts blocked my way
As I desperately tried to catch the 0601 train

Then I was walking home
Down the middle of the road
Past 130 flavors of ice cream

In a meadow made of words in cursive
I lay watching the night unravel