something
happened
last night

as I was
fast asleep
sitting up
snoring

springing awake
from a deep apnea
my mind races
to remember
details

aside my bed
on the floor
a single sleeve
of yellow
legal paper
folded over

forming
a shapely cone

shining in the
moonbeams
sneaking
into the room
from under a
window blind
that ain’t
doin the job

I grab a pen
with a thumb
and pointer
I clasp the balsa
from the large end
of the cone
and place it atop
the screaming TV

I write
something
learned
I write
something
of me

all over
I scribble
on the paper
like a
$5 shrink

I read
what
I wrote
and nod

I’m cool
what great stuff
how deep
how daring
how penetrating
real close
to the blade
like me
so full of ****

I laugh

what
******
junk

Oakland
1/31/99
jbm