Wednesday, December 19, 2012

Flying Dream

I have trouble waking up
Despite the clanging bells and sirens
Used to alarm me from my sleep.

So I tried a gentle sunrise call
Of recorded ducks
But they, too, were incorporated into dream.

Now here I am to get report from
Her animosity,
Worn as putrid perfume.

She, perturbed,
Losing fifteen minutes' time
Drinking coffee at the time clock.

But I do not care, because when I heard the quacks
I started flying and remain
Rested, lighter than air.


  1. OH WOW! I so love this poem!!!!! LOVE the idea of being awakened by can I get one of those devices? LOVE that you started flying and woke lighter than air.

    My favorite poem this week. For sure!

  2. I just changed the clock settings on my ipod. It's not fun being late to work, but I guess it was worth it.


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