It's the year of the pig,
and last night,
I saw Bourdain
in a dream.
He grabbed my hand
and whispered
one weird word
to me.
Certain dreams
leave your morning
reeling, and now
I want to get my colon checked.
My belief
in nightly visions
ebbs and flows
with what's happening in real life.
I looked it up;
it's not even a real word,
but maybe he said
"Collide us..."?
This will stick
with me,
just like Super Bowl
and fights in cars in Georgia.
What I do now
could change fate,
so I will just put on hip-hop,
and a smile, and bury hide everything.
I still look forward
to dreams,
aside from those involving
stairs.