Sunday, May 22, 2011



I didn’t think I was sleeping.
I thought I was eating cake.

What a life.
Sleep and cake.

I stumble from couch to bed,
try to retrieve cake dreams, but
thoughts have invaded fantasy
and I’m left with tribal make-up,
hospital doors swinging, a blue
van running, keys missing

No cake.
Not even a crumb.

© puma perl, 5/22/11

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