Tag: nap

  • When Then

    When sound is noise that murmurs gurgle
    and talk crabbed rambles and gabbles
    When susurrus of water shuts off clang bang
    and no breeze blows blossoms and all fall
    long leaves crisp prematurely dull and grey
    When thoughts are crickets in a dark repeat
    and inanimate objects won’t cooperate
    When strings stretch and snap out of tune
    and ears fill full of hardened yellow wax
    Then it’s time here for a nap or a blue beer
    for there’s been a near miss missio dear.