Too much time spent at the computer today to come up with anything beyond this verbless poem, in which I attempt to capture something of the last dream I had before waking up this morning…

Chutes and poles and conveyor belts
Level to level and side to side
Pursuit and escape
and the thrill of the chase

Scales and grids and cubes
Long drops and hard landings

Black and orange bands of brutal
Splotches of red across my vision
Breath in short supply
Scream silent

Awake and hungry

(7 January 2017)