Slip (NaPoWriMo Day 6)

Back on the daily prompts from napowrimo.net today after the Sunday Sonnet. "In your poem today, try writing with a breezy, conversational tone, while including at least one thing that could only happen in a dream."

Slip

Hey man, it's Monday, early, still dark but I'm thinking 'bout ya.
I'm just hoping you get to chow down on all these words and spit out some money.
Daily bread type shit ya know.
Nothing like, boat-worthy or whatever.
But you could slip your tongue through the stars to sip Butterfly's piss.
You COULD.

I believe it's possible. Maybe not likely. But possible. You give it a go then yeah?
Dead matter between your ears otherwise right?
Not even a choice when you think about it.

Just felt like I had reach out, like, no matter what happens.