arguments with gyro vendors
just trying to get a lunch 
that never comes
while old friends not seen for years
don't show much interest
in our meeting once again
my laptop stolen when I look away

zombies from technological abysses
rising with tron-line faces
to make a feast of companions
storming the citadel
flashing neon in the maelstrom
and cold, hard rain
-- a typical assignment for work

why these dreams?