Sun submerging into its cave with eyes drooping

As I encumbered by day’s end am now stooping.

Warmed over burrito with some gulps of liquid.

Hunched over like Igor to bedroom where my dreams hid.

Shed of frock, nightwear donned I peel off the cover,

But as I sat, I feel warm ooze and I hover

In between worlds to discover feathers from crow.

Reality drips away as to that world go.

Where drumming beats with frantic dance of dark voodoo,

I in jammies by spear enter place that you knew.