To the Dim Horizon

I once rode a dead horse Into a ghost town And sat in the shade Of a burning saloon Raised a broken glass as The flames spread fast And toasted absent friends That I never knew Ride the hypnagogic night mare Turn my eyes to the dim horizon I woke up cornered By mundane objects Becoming colossal In a shrinking room Hacked at the branches Of the tree I hanged from Carved extinct creatures For a shoe-box zoo Ride the hypnagogic night mare Turn my eyes to the dim horizon