Sillier the groto

I had a dream
that Dennis Hopper was a

Sith Lord in my arpartment
fixing a broken

banister and rifling through
my old magazines

coughing in little stacoto burts
at the pollen and dead skin

cells disturbed and in flight
settling in a fine layer with the sawdust

from his whirring circular saw
the hand rail now sat at odd angles with

twisted shapes and dark facets
prompting a light sabre dual through my living room

it is my opinion
that Sith make terrible repairmen