Tuesday, November 29, 2016
Sunday, November 23, 2008
A heavy rain is falling
A heavy rain is falling
Cows are falling from the ceiling.
Little drops of calves and hooves decorating the bright green landlord carpet.
I cry a spoonful of milky tears and go to bed; on a white pasture where I graze on delicious dreams.
Heavy cream sheets cover my cold body. Spots before me, spots after me.
I move to the other side of the empty bed. New dreams, new spots.
Morning breaks the mirrored glass in my cow dream. Hesitating to rise, I remain in suspended disbelief; of the real world and of my spotted cow dreams.
I finally rise, and herd myself to the bathroom to do the daily milking.
A spider crosses the path in front of my royal throne. I salute him and him me. I allow him to live, though reluctantly.
Time passes, time heals. Gas passes, gas heals; especially with deep breathing.
I rise and consider returning to the white cliffs of Sealy, but decide against it and make hay to the kitchen for a morning drudge of black coffee and stale bagel. To be continued
Cows are falling from the ceiling.
Little drops of calves and hooves decorating the bright green landlord carpet.
I cry a spoonful of milky tears and go to bed; on a white pasture where I graze on delicious dreams.
Heavy cream sheets cover my cold body. Spots before me, spots after me.
I move to the other side of the empty bed. New dreams, new spots.
Morning breaks the mirrored glass in my cow dream. Hesitating to rise, I remain in suspended disbelief; of the real world and of my spotted cow dreams.
I finally rise, and herd myself to the bathroom to do the daily milking.
A spider crosses the path in front of my royal throne. I salute him and him me. I allow him to live, though reluctantly.
Time passes, time heals. Gas passes, gas heals; especially with deep breathing.
I rise and consider returning to the white cliffs of Sealy, but decide against it and make hay to the kitchen for a morning drudge of black coffee and stale bagel. To be continued
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