Splintered Sleep

Bulldog dives into bed,

room air choked through

an accordion mouthpiece

into a jam-ming valve regulator;

 

breath descends to moon land where

it bubbles smoke into pink fairy floss

and floats to Central station,

the master of sweet life

 

Les, the music saw

sinks

deep

under back pressure

and kinks, the hose connection;

his closing nightmare underwater,

a paw slashed against the throat

 

i observe a minute’s silence

on the alarm clock;

 

gasped feedback circuit opens

to beckon a buoyant swell of air,

arousing inspiration he ascends

Poseidon’s whirlpool to reach

terra firma

but                                                        slips over and

under

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