bits and pieces

i dreamt that the penguin had great aim

at a party on a boat of some sort

and we made friends, but they died

because the penguin had great aim

he threw ice like an angry pro

from a big, flashy board on the wall

like a game

and the targets sat in seats

like a game-show audience

i made sure we wouldn't get hit

but we passed the bar without getting drinks

too many times

at one point, we found our ways to the deck

and pudgy was there

but not roxy

i dreamt that izzie fell overboard

and the penguin got her back

because she belonged to him

she came in from the wild waters

with frosted fur

pudgy was fine

and roxy still wasn't there

i remember walking a staircase,

often or just once

with great weight in our stride

i remember getting home

to a different place

but it was just as comforting

the rest is blurry