You’ll never believe this, but this morning
I slept even later, till ten minutes
To eleven; yes, just one hour wanting
Till noon. My lie-in record lies in bits!
I’ve had some good dreams lately. Often it’s
Set in a hotel like those ones in which
I stay on work trips, where everyone sits
Down for their meal in some big room. A hitch
To this plot is that personnel will switch
From work colleagues to teenage friends who string
Along in my mind’s resting space that knits
Ill-fitting places and faces, a stitch
Somewhat surreal, but surely congealing
These disparate discrepancies, misfits.
Sun 30 Dec 2007
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