gotta have lunchtime nap!
forty winks.
i could afford,maybe more,

please dear lord;
i implore

keep the knocking hordes from my door.
switch the phone to silent
the mobile off,
comuputer quieted,
laptop too.

please heavenly father: make mute the zoo.

remove the marking
from the couch,
hurry now,
just push... it on the floor.
my nap time,
is dwindling away.

but,
without some, sombulance,
my semblance of calm acceptance will,
be blown away so,

dear god on high:
as i lay me down to sleep, can you converse,
with the sparrow
outside the window,
about stopping,
it's cheery,
              *fucken cheep

here's a thought...
most of you,
would not send
a child out into the world
without a name....
but you will a poem.

                          *is not a poem,
                      merely, the child
                          of your heart's  
                             speakings,...

the sharp edged
rubble
of the decimated
mud crab
lay in a pile
of shell,shards
and hollow limbs

we sat, fingers
and faces smeared
singapore curry sauce
smiling, as we raise
our beers to
still tingling lips.

simultaneously
we burp... in appreciation
big joyous burps
of yeast and curry.

we laugh....
before starting to clear
the table
of the mess...