In Bed

I am trapped in a warm bed
and have been for some time

If I don’t find a way out of it
I’ll be late for work
and no one will be available
to teach my students about thesis statements

This is reaching
a crisis point
for my bed
is simply not letting me go

If anyone can hear me
send breakfast
and someone to scold me
about my life choices



There is a fundamental tension
between the need
to stay in bed as long as possible
and the diametrically opposite
but increasingly urgent
to get up
and run very quickly to the bathroom

we all know which
will win in the end


Festering pancake batter
trapped hard in the bosom of fictionality
let me shape your warm
foetid flesh
into particles of dark matter
ripped from the womb of physics




The whales are screaming
in my bedroom
the whales the terrible
or whales
or dolphins
or squirrel!


No one knows
how the island is shaped
but I know
what time it brushes its teeth
before bed

Profound Dream

chainsaw-wielding clown
caught crispy in a twist of cinnamon
come my clown
come and dance
on the bed of rusty petunias

it must mean something
when the rabbit
and the other rabbit
and the third rabbit
and the penguin
fountain upward in mists of violet
and scream imprecations at the porcupine

burn the clown of dissent
burn the clown of remorse
and watch out
for the epic dystopian spy plot
in which I play at least four parts

good night clown
good night brown
rabbit in the pasture
with the rain coming down

The Profundity of Central Air

Why do you leave on that roaring air conditioner
all night?
It sounds as if you want
to replicate the sounds of traffic
absent from this hotel room
because your hotel
is actually in the middle of a forest
and besides
my room’s window looks out over the indoor swimming pool
and not anywhere outside at all

It is fun to be lying in bed all night
thinking, “Gosh, that superhighway is busy right now,”
when really it’s just the air conditioner
howling imprecations into the darkness
for some reason

Oh look
it’s actually a fan
not an air conditioner
and you can turn it off
which I didn’t realise
and now I’m mad at myself for spending hours listening to a
non-existent superhighway when I really didn’t have to

I’m sure this could turn into a metaphor
if I weren’t so tired