Nada Figs

On the one hand, I ate 5 figs
on the other, nada. Not a fig.
Not one for my right hand man. Fingerfood can be so fickle.
I chose the right side of the bed - wrong again
faced against a wall, faced with it all
dreaming of dreaming
conceiving an inception - is that possible?
perceiving deception in a mystical sense but
not able to do anything about it
with the exception of staying awake, I suppose
the only part of me asleep is my arm
and maybe my leg.
Hope the trapezoids aren't flaked tomorrow.