no clocks or calendars
in this bed… there
is an obtuse waiting

period.

sleep twines within
pillows that seem
to multiply like shopping malls

in formation.

crawl by digital
apparatus farms
that indifferently wait

this is their job.

news reel dreams
reporting a mantis
nouveaux  bed-bug chic

preying.

wood and wires
sing softly as
they shift on sheets

high-strung.

sweat and hearts
swallow the hours…
call the traffic on

surviving the mirror.

© Tom Watters  1/11/07