Dream Recall

And then suddenly,

my dream turns back into the

green Jello mold.

The one on the counter

in that creepy, little

back alley bar.

Where I’m watching myself

fall into the crab city

from the corner.

While chaos

rages on in the

smoky, wet streets.

Highlighted by the

flickering lamps,

the brake lights,

my own eyes.

Why do I still even

remember this?