MONUMENT OF THOUGHT

Blinktank titular insularity mongrel,

type two diabetes,

over 9,000 in debt,

half-spent cadences,

distilling ontographies,

gesturing in the neon nuance of your dreams,

carpe diem,

I had a dream I was locked up,

people entered into an abandoned building,

my old boss who used to kick me off my shift for showing five minutes late,

looked completely different but I recognized him as he,

was there and said something about arriving back upstairs soon,

there was a bag of weed I found, the other man in the room claimed it,

his friends partied with it, and he was about to share some with me, but I felt monitored,

and shied away,

there were a few books I wanted to claim,

then I woke up,

Incognito quim,

registering abscron,

written in lim,

definitive ommmmm,

from the monument of thought.

Poem and image © 2016 Peter Kaleb Theodoropoulos aka Rockwell Wilder