Have You Ever Made That Mistake

The more I’m mistaken,/ the more I get bent out of shape./ In my own movie ,/I like to ride around cowboy ,ride each night/ rites of passage come to my attention/as I wade deep  in the warm hospitality of the seas./Memory of a dream ,/of a teal blue monkey,/in which I take my life with ease./So many dreams like this one, /arguing at christenings/bleeding over coffins, /baffled by the size of sod chunks /on the side of the street./ Pulling up in a future of ablutions, /inspired by the increase.