A Curious Dream

 

With a twist in the darkness

The nothingness swells

As I fall through the vacuum

A single tear wells

 

In a world made of mirrors

I find myself sat

In the mirrors I’m different

A brooding black cat

 

Then the room changes

I’m stood in a chapel

Where a choir of potatoes

Harmonize with an apple

 

A carp on a bicycle

Throws some dice to the floor

Snake eyes start hissing

Slither out through the door

 

My piano is waltzing

A toilet laughs from the wall

Another twist in the darkness

And I feel myself fall

 

I land with a thump

Find myself in a tomb

My eyes shoot wide open

And I’m back in my room

Reviews

[Que]

A curious dream, indeed. I can't say I've had a dream quite like this before, but I can say that thanks to your poem I just might tonight should sleep be mine for the taking. Although it's simple word-choice it has great imagery, the poem takes place right before my mind's eye. Well done!

~Que

[N. N. Grainger]

one trippy dream lol