Single Bed
I’m an admiral of
my bed I sit on
now!
My rank of
sitting and lying in
the winter of
1995 in
Australia is of
the highest regard!
I know many officers of
the bed know that.
My high level is
the envy of
bedders.
Toward the back of
my bed is
my deodorant stick,
and he’s
rotting.
He’s the Food World Banana Thief Suspect.
I won’t turn him in because
I hate bananas.
My bed head knobs are
made up of
a radioactive element of
the actinide series,
occurring as a
decay product of
uranium.
They are
my only real friends.
Most of
the length of
my footboard top rail is
very attractive, appealing, tiniest women high-yielding soil comprising of
sand, mud, and sill deposited by
water that flows.
A dream of dreams, then quickly vanished.
A dragon stitched through billowing clouds,
A fold-up wooded paper kingdom appeared.
I slowly sat up in my bed, right on my footboard it gripped.
The rest of my room disappeared into a fog.
A green-gold scales beast raised its stare.
Calm expression, like he was reading my muddy bog
Thoughts. Overwhelmed, speak, I did not dare.
I'd like to take you to a spectacular place.
He crossed his arms across his chest.
He whirled around a scarf appeared across his face.
Then, twisted his lips, hum, knightly jests.
I scratched my head and shrugged my shoulders,
and thought very nervously. Can I trust this beast?
For a moment, I wondered, but who is his holder?
Anxiously, I merely followed this beast.
A dream of dreams I woke to a knock at my bedroom door.
Afraid, carefully I pulled the loose covers off my head.
Pouring emotions of joy, the wooded paper kingdom was no more.
Mom slowly opens the door. “You’re going to be late for school,” she said.
When I think of you
When I think of you, I think of the needlessness
of such thoughts too. Because it is as simple as
who but you that’s saved in my mind’s memory bytes.
When I think , I think of the cliff by the ocean
flat and vast at the top and wonder why the shrine
sitting at its foot didn’t choose its crest as its spot.
And I also think of the super duper timer
in the sleeping passenger’s brain that never fail
to wake him when it is time to get off the rail.
And the stupidity of the same brain that makes
him race and jump on to the first bus he sights
that has just started to move and move too fast
leaving him dangling from its handle bars as feet
failed to touch footboard so close but so out of sync…
01/OCT/2012
People think I am a freak
Wondering what chaos I shall wreak
Seeing me they want to gag
Just cos I am dressed in rag
Shamelessly begging for alms
Cupping my blistered palms
Destitute, I have no home
Throughout the day I roam
Western, central and harbor line
But when I board people whine
I sit there staring at passing sights
Sunset, sunrise and dim street lights
Mountains, bridges, concrete jungles
Pass by, as a prayer my lip burbles
Alone I look for a place to rest and sleep
Full with crowds and fests, slowly my feet creep
Full of suspicion, characteristic dereliction
Life has been nothing but a malediction
Tirade and anger seething in every heart
Almighty resides in the fancy trinket mart
Going gets tough but seldom do I look askance
Survival is my goal, paltry is my chance
Don’t know where I started
My life seems thwarted
Don’t know where this would end
Striving for a livelihood, I defend
No I am not a propitious reveler
Rather just a footboard traveler
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