last night i dreamt
i was being chased
by the champagne king..
his fury had me hiding
running through a
familiar marin
and fearing for my life…
he was relentless
methodical
in his pursuit..
torture and death
was his goal..
i woke up
exhausted
and pissed off
that my subconscious
provided a gateway
to those memories..
no more brewer’s yeast popcorn
before bedtime..
perhaps that’s the
culprit
instead of the vast
unfinished business
i carry from
this ordeal..