Wake Up Sestina

Waking up

Wake up in a dream,
Stretch like the sky,
Peel like a banana,
Fly out of bed, the shower weeps
On my shoulder, Refreshed like a finely tuned god,
For a fresh pair of socks I search,

Socks have been searched,
Breakfast floats in my dreams,
The refrigerator shines like an empty god,
Nothing in there but sky,
I weep,
Then decide on a banana,

Eating my banana,
Outside I search,
Is it weeping?
Like in my dreams
Do tears fall from the sky?
If so, suit up like a jacketed god,

Why do we bleed? We gods,
When we slip on a banana,
Into the sky?
For composure I search,
In my wildest dreams,
Over this I would not weep,

For when we weep,
We betray our appearance as gods,
Walking through each others dreams,
I curse the banana,
And to the bus stop, I search,
For curiosities in the sky,

The sky,
Is boring when overcast, it only weeps,
Off and on, for sunshine it searches,
Like a needy confused god,
I want another banana,
I guess I can dream,

I am sure that the sky-god,
Never wept on top of a discarded banana,
I have work to do, to search out the way to god status, in my dreams.