"Repetitive Nightmares"

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.