Never Tire of Moving Furniture

Nightmares
tormenting the brain
declaring the senses
obscure and out of date.
The dresser and the bookshelf
stolen
right out of the room
replaced
with exact replicas
so that I’m never sure in the morning
if my things are my things.
Then Null-gravity attacks me
in a space-shuttle-held prom
Nauseated and uncomfortable
wishing to go home.
Demons in the bathroom
and the devils in the ceiling
reaching down through drywall
to turn my head into a mushroom
and steal my soul from the vegetable in bed.
Nightmares
tormenting the brain
declaring the senses
completely insane.

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