Feeling a bit better, thanks

Lying prone

in wonderbed

180 degrees from chi

Hefty Lefty—my cat—alights most undeftly…

I will announce that his pounce amounts to many times more than an ounce.

I moan a groan.

Still I lie prone

In wonderbed.

 

Lying prone

in wonderbed

Wicked and wasted lexus of something

Nyquil, a pill, against my will a chill,

Watching a diaphanous Charlemagne Charlatan,

whatever not a tan man, a missive.

Under his cold hand a new world,

ruled world where vulnerability invokes invasion,

and threats provoke evasion by equation, rhyme itself provokes persuasion.

Off. Sleep. No new messages. Self-imposed elation…

 

Lying prone

in wonderbed

Soul-moving realization

Body-grooving strangulation

Whip and whirl and forever want

Belie, betroth, between, be one

Slip and slide

Enemy energy ending

 

Lying prone

in wonderbed

A quick burst of cough

Most frightful light

It’s only night

I finally turn the bulb off