Falling For Crap
I dreamt that I was
falling again.
this time
from the
clay tiled roof
of a school house.
toes curled,
stomach knotted.
Damn! It’s 2:50 in the
goddamned morning!
stealthily make your way
to the toilet I whispered to myself
in the ink black room.
I’ll just quietly take a piss
in the dark. sitting down,
so I can get back to sleep.
gotta friggin' work
tomorrow after all.
but then suddenly
I’m stricken with
that feeling of falling
again.
toes curl,
stomach knotted.
I crap a two-footer.
I mean, it just keeps
rolling out of me like
bread dough at a bakery.
beads of sweat
adorn my forehead
and I feel as though
I’ve just had the
greatest ****** ever.
after settling back
into bed, I blithely
drift back to slumber.
unafraid of falling
again.
Copyright © Dan Burleson | Year Posted 2007
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