Starve a Cold

what dead arrives my sleep
kidnapped dream they tell me
grandma this is red rover
stymied by medications
and a last nights affront
to books of self-possession
for a warrior uncomplicated
this buddha of the food chain
it was my roomate’s album
with crossdressers who serve
answers in film noir voiceovers
stolen with children’s blankets
i never want to see them again
it was the road to recovery