Wednesday, May 4, 2011


a nap
is the name
of a little
i once knew
and now i
never see it anymore.

sometimes it
slivers into the room
watching me cook,
play with my youngest,
cutting the grass,
toiling about the studio,
throwing a shirt in the dryer
or cleaning a bit
around the toilet
and when it
is a bit loud,
i flop my head in it's direction
to see the slithering silhouette

i used to spend a lot of
time with my alien nap pal,
and now i have forgotten
what his
green countenance looks like.

hope he has
enough gas to
ufo back to
sleep filled universe.