CRYPTIC
rearranged the furniture
in my head
(a few dry walls
had to knock out)
started to resemble
a mausoleum
which
so startled me
ended up
forgetting entirely
about my bed
and how and why
ended up in
the first place
fighting with this allegory
but did sleep
and collided with
all I had
moved and misplaced
throughout
my dream
in dream
no GPS no
proximity scream
things as they present themselves
could hardly be
more cryptic
poems 2 die for 