My nightmare lives in bed, oh fire,burned bright
I’m chased by signs,equations and cats’ eyes
After I’ve turned out the bedside light
I am far too weary for a flight
I see the art and love yet all’s awry
My nightmare comes to bed, oh heck,it might
Can you tell me more about my sight?
I seem no longer ept with eggs to fry
Before I have put on the bedside light
The Hebrew letters make my heart turn white
Denoting both infinities not pi
The nightmare re-occurs, obnoxious site
Then its almost Grecian at its height
The tragedy of theatre, does that lie?
Forget about the bed and its gold light
The cat bemoans it’s eyelessness and sighs
We’re not in Gaza yet but don’t say die!
My nightmare lives in bed but I shall write
After I’ve turned on my little light