dream & nightmare

i had a dream
it rained spiders
all those legs
running all
over my body
as i lay in bed
then i woke 
to true horror 
i was nothing but
this blood-thumping
lung-bag panting
carcass strapped
to bones 
alone
at day break

*****

some days

some days yr shower stall becomes a torture chamber

some days yr bed becomes belts of nails

some days yr reading chair becomes electric

some days yr records become acoustic weapons

some days yr skin becomes a straitjacket

some days the alphabet becomes black ants
crawling yr arms

some days the light becomes papercuts across yr eyeballs

some days the walls become a compactor

some days the door becomes a vertical grave

some days you just sit & wait for the beautiful night forever faithful to its shape