Here is a tiny new poem comprised entirely out of anagrams of my name, Charles Pieper.
Cheaper Perils, Preacher Spiel,
Seraphic Leper, Caliper Sphere, Scrappier Heel,
Hearse Cripple, Relapse Cipher, Harelip Creeps, Sappier Lecher,
Paper Chiseler, Phials Creeper,
A Lecher Sipper, A Preciser Help, A Chirp Sleeper,
Each Lepers Rip.
I had great difficulty getting to sleep last night and when I finally did I had massively epic narrative dreams of a scary nature….
I dreamt I went back to college in a sort of undercover fashion….College was now mostly outside, resembling the CalArts campus, and not Emerson at all…It was also as crowded as Comic-con. To accommodate the tons of students the campus was outfitted with thousands upon thousands of massive multiple bunk-beds, all set on top of themselves, over and over again, that rose up wildly into the sky as high as skyscrapers.
These giant bunk-beds were set up in a grid formation that covered miles of grasslands. Walking at their bases felt like walking in a New York City street for the bed constructions were so very tall…