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.