Friday, June 5, 2009

Night and day

We always say, "I start my day" as though
With motors cold. My brain had other things
In mind: It ran a movie cineplex.
Just shown: A cartoon short. An art-house show.
A Judy sings. I fly without my wings.
My relatives fall to a vampire's hex.
My friend of long ago becomes my foe.
I'm paralyzed in slings. A monster clings.
Relief! I'm in a reel of XTube sex.

What starts? What ends? It's all a flowing stream
Of frames to brains — not us — of wake and dream.