CRUMBS
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
Poems, performances, photography, productions, stories, prose, music, journalism, band, songwriting, videos - surviving despite the odds. Is it all true? Yeah. Maybe. Sometimes. Mostly. Creation is transformative. I collaborate with amazing artists and musicians, primarily with my band, Puma Perl and Friends. Books available as well: knuckle tattoos, Belinda and Her Friends, Ruby True, Retrograde, Birthdays Before and After. Photo, Len DeLessio
strong lines, very nice
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