i dreamt
in slanted lines
that ran
perpendicular
to reality

anxious things
like tentative fireflies
skimming across
the glassmind
of slumber

hawkmoths pirouette
through gossamer webs
as fat little spiders
sit silently
in anticipation

the dreamcatcher
drips black tar
down the headboard
as demons
dally in delight

the slanted lines
of sleepsmoke
wafting lazily
with sulphur tinged
psychosis beaming