what a good and
ironic day
to have awakened
i turned in early
after giving up
on the natural path
thank you sleep aid
eight, maybe ten Klonopin,
(i stopped counting)
but i wanted it all
to shut up
i remember waking
around one and fifteen
-ay em
and walking outside
in inappropriate dress
and insufficient shoe
a cigarette, fast
and a swig of Coke
(this i can varify)
also
Holley and the babe
switched to the couch
as in my stupor for
the commode i kicked
the kiddie gate left
in the wrong spot.
(also varifyable)
i asked her to come back,
she assured me she was not
mad
just coughing
i returned to bed
sure that i would not sleep again
four hours later
i could swear i was awake again, still
and through the slit in the curtain
i could make out the shadow
of an S.U.V. parking
near my house
so i fumbled for the shoes and the
pants again
and a flashlight and made
for the encounter
(also sure of a buzzsaw in a neighbors yard)
i endeavored to yell and scream
the buzzsaw vanished but the
man was in my side yard
dis-assembling lawn mowers for scrap
we talked as everything changed
i told him my father in law does the
same.
he left. then i woke up
for real, looking for the
flashlight, and out of the
window
as my wife and girls slept
on that couch...in a daze
standing near the Christmas Tree
in the darkness
i wondered if any of this was real
that vision
once fading, i realized all but
my stumble to the
living
room
in
old
shorts
was
dream.
i remember getting out of my room was a
swirling of colors
all hallucination
i knw not up nor down
could not find the door yet
i stood among my family
them asleep and me the idiot.
i crept back into bed
and snuck in, and slept
in real time again, this
i can now confirm.
today is a wonderful morning to
have reached.
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