I slept on the floor

Dreams dripped from the ceiling

I caught them on my tongue

They tasted like barbecued chicken

And toothpaste

And lies

Lies, growing like vines

That wrapped around my wrists

Flames flew from my fingers,

And the world crumbled to ashes

Cockroaches crawled from the embers

Into my ears,

Nestled into my mind,

And grew into countless numbers,

Digits that tumbled from my lips,

Speaking to ghosts.

My whispers planted seeds of


That grew into trees

Between my toes

Rooting me to the spot

The branches reached up and knocked

Heaven out of the sky

And it hit me


Waking me

On the floor

As my mind floated back,

I wondered if I had dreamt

A simple daydream

Or a nightmare.