Smoking Umbrellas

Woke in my warm bed Just in time for all the brilliant red lights They were streaming through my half shuttered windows Christmas lights in time with my stuttered brain waves The door knob was glowing All my photographs were rippled and melting Through the walls I could hear panicked voices They seemed to say, go back to bed there's no choices And nowhere not burned out The fireman calls out We've got another Smoking umbrella left In the hallway and I gave no answer To all their shouted questions, just lay back choking Didn't want to stay but my bed was on fire Instead of screaming I fell back into dreamland Blinking and sighing