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Posts Tagged ‘sleepiness’
Midnight, Friday the 13th
The scariest hour on the scariest night,
Descends when your hunger sends you down a flight
Of rickety stairs with a creak and a crack,
And into the kitchen in search of a snack
Blinded by light pouring from the fridge door, You fumble your way through each shelf, rack and drawer Only to find what you had the most feared, Somehow your onion bagels disappeared!
Blinded by light pouring from the fridge door, You fumble your way through each shelf, rack and drawer Only to find what you had the most feared, Somehow your onion bagels disappeared!
13
11 2009
hallcrastination
i’m super duper sleepified,
and droopy lidded bleary-eyed,
my brain feels like it’s been deep fried
but i’ve got work to finish.
so if it’s cool with all of you — hitler, big bird, captain lou — i’ll watch the onion bagel crew do their dance tomorrow.
so if it’s cool with all of you — hitler, big bird, captain lou — i’ll watch the onion bagel crew do their dance tomorrow.
05
08 2009
baby be good
baby be good, baby be nice
baby don’t make me have to ask you twice
if you’d behave i would pay any price
baby be good,
baby be nice
all through the nighttime you holler and wail keeping me trapped in a sleep deprived jail are you just bored or do you truly ail? baby so fragile, baby so frail
baby i’m begging you down on all fours what can i give to make you stop these roars? if i must, my onion bagel is yours baby contented, finally snores
all through the nighttime you holler and wail keeping me trapped in a sleep deprived jail are you just bored or do you truly ail? baby so fragile, baby so frail
baby i’m begging you down on all fours what can i give to make you stop these roars? if i must, my onion bagel is yours baby contented, finally snores
16
07 2009
do not disturb
last night i dreamt i took a stroll
among the onion flowers
the fragrant bulbs surrounded me
i walked and walked for hours
and when i stooped to touch the ground
i found instead of soil
a mix of salt and yeast and flour
with just a touch of oil
the setting sun burned fast and bright
sizzling the earth
and i slept soft on bagel beds
until the dawn’s rebirth
31
05 2009
Jet-Lagged Bagels
Stiff crusts
Bleary onioned
Puffy bags beneath their holes
Trying to serve themselves for dinner
Trying to serve themselves for dinner
