It was a simple dream yet vivid so
(true I had been inspired by a 48 hour tryst whereby at center was a ladder; it being the necessity, the focus of the world for without it a mezzanine bed could not exist)
To work I went carrying my ladder
and down I descended into an unfinished subway
with cracks in the bedrock
and rails galore
the lighting was poor yet my mood was gay
As I descended to my habitual stop
I noticed with surprise if not perplexity
A group of Japanese uranium detectors
Shouting: "uranium! uranium!"
Aloha! How did it happen while descending in this commuters tube
that my ladder got stuck in the turnstile?