Dreams That Sorrow Owns

by Jerry Ratch



Maybe tomorrow someone dreams 

And maybe someone moans 

But beware the steam inside the dome 

It's just dreams that sorrow owns


If it resonates, say so 

Ho in a raccoon coat 

Slow bum ahead 

If it resonates, say so, say so  


And her man, yo 

He sure can play piano 

With those giant lobster hands 

If it resonates, say so 


When words were first born 

You know, they were like

Pure prayer, but now

They're just dreams that sorrow owns