For the second time
I had this dream
I tore my jacket
I ripped the seam
The chandelier
It did appear
You’d be hanging out
Above the clouds
I’m sorry Wade
It seems i’ve made
A brief mistake
The floor would shake
The door was dark
A black dogs bark
The womens face
The broken vase
Then I woke up
I’ve had enough
Of this damned dark disdain dream.