Eyes Wide Asleep
When these days of ours given
mathematical geniuses astrological beasts'
likenesses - to predict a year's character,
which this moment is burdened with
upcoming supposed hardships
like oxen upon the growing fields
(though that animal has known nothing
but to tend its fruition of fertile soil)
we focus with worries interpreted to toil
upon dreading portents from paper place-mats
at East-Met-West dives, eatery-cafe-chinois-cheap
"Which animal falls on your birth year?"
Entertained for a few minutes' read
then emotions in currents associate
horned Two-Thousand-Nine with End Times
Leaving stuffed with after-taste of distractions
day-planner thoughts sifting preparation
and possible aftermath birthdays to come...?
Eyes half-minding the drive home
on interstates turn into a hybrid drone
blank face unflinching - a pondering on doom
wondering how soon?
When our days intersect and collide with each other
almost to the point of not noticing or fugued
Deja Vu - Hindsight blind
because we are engrossed in our daily grinds
disappointments, disillusioned in disbelief
where did that indistructable kid
with mischievous imagination go to sleep?
where did youth misplace its charmed slipper, flee?
Left it behind chasing after Midnight:
dragging and pulling pumpkin seeds with them, mice
hoping for another ballroom
dance with regal dream come-true,
a future prince choosing you - having endured
being good even in chimney soot
and life cat-naps at our desks
employment heavy on our weary flesh & mind
fantasy consumed at lunch in an hour's time
forgetting and ignoring traffic
signs - bright stars or skylines,
eyes wide asleep in living, in sunshine
When our days become half awake
still wide asleep - our vision not quite seeing
how HD crisp beauty slows on dew
or love of life - in radio tunes imbue
days will fly like circus knives
on spinning victim sideshow act
knowing the truth is matter of fact
no better time to live than to feel your moment:
a drop of rain in your hand
now wake and be
where you stand...