Gasp real fast
Like you’ve just woken up
From a dream
About drowning
In the sky.
The clouds all full of water.
And the edges of your vision
Blur with the black,
Like chlorine pool water
In the eyes.
The chair morphs,
And the floor is pitfalls
All around.
The Vikings followed you out.
They’re on your porch
Shouting in swahili,
And pillaging your peace.