Posted in Imagination, Poetry

Just One of Those Nights!

Yes!

It was just one of those nights.

Just one of those terror-filled frights.

A Tall Man for sure…

lurked over my bed.

Oh my,

the fear!

Oh my,

the dread!

***********

And so I lunged up in bed

threw a mean punch

at his head

and just

flew out of the bed!

Hit the stand!

Hit the floor!

Oh! Yes!

Who could ask for anything more!?

Posted in Poetry

She’s Always an Hour Behind ⏰

There’s whispering.

There’s Pam.

Those pesky emails and calls

which are mainly just scams!

There’s

a spinning fan

a strange

knock at the door.

There’s

three ducks in a row

doing the Can-Can.

And yes!

When she asks

the time

she’s always

an hour behind!

Is it eight o’clock?

No dear.

It’s nine!

Is that evening?

Or is that nighttime?

No!

We’re on New York

not Chicago time!

Oh my.

There’s Pam.

There’s whispering all the time!

That spinning fan.

And yes!

Those ducks

doing the Can-Can!

But now

she’s always

an hour behind!

Like

her

sagging

backside?

No!

Like

her sagging

behind!?

************

Me?

I like

to be

an hour ahead.

That way

I always know

where

I’m coming from!

***********

Wait!

If she’s an hour behind

and

I’m an hour ahead!

What time is it really?

Oh the dread!