I fell asleep at 3:00 a.m.,

and when I was in deepest REM

a boulder from a cloud of lead

hit the floor above my bed.



Every hair rose on my hide

as though a yeti got inside,

the panic-stricken face of night

fled and left the room too light,



and dreams I had of steamy trysts

faded like the morning mists. 

Was it a boot, a building block

or Punch & Drop that made that knock?



Although he wakes me up each day

with toys like titans rough at play,

I always get to bed too late

and, consequently, don’t get eight



hours of sleep, or even four.

I will get back at him. It’s war!

I’ll make him hear what he inspired.

(Well, maybe not. I’m way too tired.)

_______

(Appeared in Lucid Rhythms)

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