Fantasy Penny

'A penny for your fantasy,
a fantasy for your penny.

I'll make you fly
six feet high in the sky!
Time and money
that's all you need,
time and money.'

I greet blank faces
of a muted race that
exist or exit
in trance.
Entrance to a life below
Bellows vibration bleets
to feet that delete
prints of a prince retired to a past
your past.
I read pupils
command the firing of
planets at false peace,
bathe in streams of satellite beams
and curl inside cappucino swirl,
stretch alongside cable tides
riding frequency frequently.

A penny for your fantasy
a fantasy for your penny,
I have many.