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Bob, Bob, Bobbing Bonnets Down The Mountain
I tossed and turned and tumbled,
Waiting all through the night and
At half past the second twenty-second hour,
With squinty blurry boogery eyes,
I see the clock tick tock about my west dove housing tower.
Its hour hand leaves plumes of thinning vapors –
Spreading all into the air.
Wait – and then you will see
On this nights second twenty-third hours
As hands go clicking into a space
that is their place at their pace -
Ticking all above the square.
The small man.
See as he screams shouting rants as
All across the sky vultures dive and peck and screech hunger
as they follow his rise and decent.
As he hangs with forehead turning red
and sheets of drench drip down
He holds on fighting until the drop isn't too far at all
at least past the second twenty-third fourth hour mark,
On the Big Ben Clock in the middle of my west and south
My stained glass ceilings made into
A mural blown and colored
In a panoramic burning of books and painted canvas.
And The Large Eye - it
follows as you stand in every corner
about the room.
He tightens grip
And when it’s safe to drop – letting go of the second hand
-counting something like 87 ticks-
He jumps shooting into the cave filled with cages carrying all sorts of crooked things.
Hiding behind the stalactites bright and drippy
He shrinks from sight or smell.
All of them charismatic and dramatic,
Bashfully belying intent; a battery of batting eyes -
Blue with blond lashes;
Walk into the cave filled with baskets
To withdraw their sages
Until the end of the day.
Down the long windy road they go,
A herd of white bonnets bobbing down the mountain.
Bob, bob, bob,
Around the corner, down the mountain.
I toss and turn
I don’t have a west dove tower!
No tower of any direction is there
Above this lofty bed!
I shout from atop.
Run and fetch – I want my fruit and tree!
I swear they look like mice.
These servants serving me look like the singing mice of
Cinderella from Disney tales.
Wait – scratching head
I toss and turn,
And deeper into the night....
Until buzz and beep and boing
Bounce you out of bed
Bob, bob, bob
You bounce off to see the day.
Bob, bob, bob
I stubbed my freaking toes reaching for
The day is so bright.