Armadillo Dreams

 

I don't know. It's absurd. I just don't know

what to think anymore. Am as confused

as an armadillo in a tobacco store, dubious,

but willing to wait and see if the situation

might actually be genius.

There's a sweet, sad song on the jukebox,

that I used to sing when I thought

one day I'd be a superstar. But heavy boots

trampled all over my dreams, so now I

listen for the nightbird's call, for that

lonely train whistle at two a.m.

I don't really dream at all any more.

for Shay's Word List. I used ten of the words, and this just wrote itself. Cool list, Shay.