my bed is set
on an inward spiral
so every side
is the wrong one
woke up
with a case of the
burn the entire globe
to cinders
woke up
with a blaze of agony
lancing across
acrimonious reality
woke up
with a headache
a lighter
and a case of molotovs
dizzy
from the infernal spinning
globular indifference
woke up
with hatchet
sticking jauntily out
the side of my skull
woke up
tired
went to bed
wide awake
my bed
is a sarcophagus
an iron maiden
a portal
to insipid pain
and agonizing memories
that only
come to life
when the eyelids
close
yet still
i woke up