If you look too
hard,
You will never be
able to
See the doormen.
My dreams infest my
roommate�s hair,
Which is either
sabotaging my computer
Or is not.
Before it was born,
My grandfather�s
missing arm
Ran marathons
regularly.
My fourteen year
old brother
Was my age in
pajamas and
Leather in the old
theater.
Ellen is
Either dead
Or she�s been
pretending for a long time.
We are all happy
Or
We are all standing
on mousepads,
But I may be wrong.