Sleep Poems

THE IS OF SLEEP

Indra spread his mantle

over my star-stippled eyes -

the palm of black on blue

tucked me under the curve of sky.

Fire fell from Agni’s lunar mane,

silence swirled,

then rested quietly

purging all worry, erasing all pain.

I counted Gurus

leaping like sheep over the Taj Mahal,

then I tallied Lamas

scaling the great China Wall.

I flip the pillow to the cooler side

to chill my fevered cheek,

sympathetically…

the is of sleep opens below me,

and finally,

I fall.

end/Michael

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Indeed

Indeed, then

do you have big brown sleepy eyes

that make the stars come out at night?

Or do you dream

in front of your eye lids

and call it make believe?

end/Michael

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A-MUSED

A thousand poems have slipped away

not because the Muses are silent,

but because I am water skiing across

the face of the digital clock trapped inside

monitors in every room.

end/michael