Fluttering

Some­times I wake with stars in my eyes
Some­times I wake with swirls
Some­times I wake with dust in my eyes
Some­times I wake with tears.

Yet always I lie there won­der­ing
If you, did you, and why did you
Hit me over the head with a ham­mer
In the night?

Comments: 13

    Per­haps it is time to lay off the Vodka and Red Bull, dear.

    Ani | 08.09.07, 10:27

    It wasn’t me. Honest.

    Miss T | 08.09.07, 12:11

    You were warned. I TOLD you not to sleep with that THOR bloke…

    Gordon | 08.09.07, 16:07

    Gor­don, I told him not to sleep with Timmy Mal­let too but would he listen?

    Angelalala | 08.09.07, 17:20

    I did it because the chance of wak­ing with the stars in your eyes is worth the risk of tears.

    Also because it was kind of fun. :)

    bohémienne | 08.09.07, 18:23

    sorry.…. you were snor­ing incred­ibly loudly.…. at least you got the stars.. they must have been pretty? con­sid­er­ing it didn’t stop the unbear­able snoring.…

    Melancholy Match Stick Girl | 08.09.07, 21:00

    It was self defence.

    callisto | 08.09.07, 21:47

    I too try and have con­ver­sa­tions with life like that, only to real­ise after a while that it is just another mono­logue and that frankly life doesn’t give a monkey’s about me, about you or about any­body else.

    Ariel | 08.09.07, 23:09

    I love that poem.

    clarissa | 08.12.07, 12:46

    mr. wit­ness, sir:

    please write more poetry. and, um, share it here.

    Thank you kindly.

    Miles Away | 08.12.07, 23:57

    I tried the feather which was deemed insuf­fi­cient.
    I tried some kisses which made you swat.
    I tried to sing which pro­duced a frown.
    I tried to stare which was hor­ribly inad­equate.
    Was it my fault you respon­ded best to the hammer?

    blueseaurchin | 08.13.07, 17:28

    I thought I had answered these com­ments. Oh dear. I am not being aloof, just forgetful.

    So, er, yes. Thank you all.

    An Unreliable Witness | 08.14.07, 08:44

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