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
Nov 7, 2011
Nov 7, 2011 at 10:04 AM UTC
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
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