sleeping pill dreams

…back again

in a place nothing much happens

but the wallpaper

is flayed off the walls,

dreams keep the mask

of place

in place

in all the places

false faces are

peeled back to reveal

the blank expression

of an open door,

endlessly opening to

nothing at all

but cracked walls

stretched thin between

creaking bones of an

old house

with all the heart 

of a mirror, a looking glass

that lets through

only what it sees,

and sees only what it

faces…

dead flowers on

dull floorboards,

sleeping pill dreams

of fractured wonderlands

twisting still to keep

the mask of place

in place