Sleep Wake Snore

2008.10.14 - 2:12 PM

Sleep Wake
Snore

Weasel feeling crabby
A wild wind sun fine day
Woke wrong side of sleeping bag
Ears all full of hay.
Grumpy lottery loser
Snarls at squirrel there
Like some dry mouth boozer.

Weasel snarls at traffic lights
Couriers - fast stealth bikes
Biting wheels of 2O ton truck
Breath foul air he sucks
Might find fresh air - some luck
Argues with crow and duck.
Gotto smile
Gotta hope for luck.

Last night
asleep under a tree
(torch light
close to me)
Fuckoff !
someone stole from me.’
‘Victoria Police
– go back to sleep.’
‘Sorry!’
Shut eyes
Snore
Don’t
Worry.
Go to sleep
Quit the greeting
Reduce the worry.

Comments

Chris Aung-Thwin on 2008.10.14

Amazing Paul! Your poems are moving, thoughtful, witty, and captivating. "Sleep Wake Snore" does a great job of capturing a moment, a feeling, a way of being.

Keep 'em coming.

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