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Bob, Bob, Bobbing Bonnets Down The Mountain

Updated on June 19, 2013


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


Tock


As hands go clicking into a space


that is their place at their pace -


Ticking all above the square.



There hanging;


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.


Watching -


As he hangs with forehead turning red


and sheets of drench drip down


From him.-


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


Wait.


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


Ouch!


I stubbed my freaking toes reaching for


the snooze



snooze..



Rubbing eyes.


Bob… Yawn.


Squinting eyes.


The day is so bright.


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      snakeslane 4 years ago from Canada

      Oh this poem made me laugh. It's an insomniac's delight. Thank you. Regards, snakeslane

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Awesome!! I love that you laughed! I had fun writing it. Was giggling and and getting weird looks from my hubby hoping I wasn't the only one to be amused. snakeslane.. thanks for stopping by!

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      Girish puri 4 years ago from NCR , INDIA

      brilliant piece of poetry, Keep writing.

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      Fehl Dungo 4 years ago from close to you...

      I think you were hubbing on slumber hehe You were tossing and turning but it didn't feel like it so you resumed to know..you never stopped knowing until you fell and snoozed. The mice idea is crazy LOL You have an amazing mind. :)

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      Blaise25- Yes oddly enough I was falling asleep as I finished this poem but I wanted to finish it so I kept shaking awake til most of it was there . Ha-ha I woke up with my cheek on my notebook. And yes.. In this poem I keep waking up from deeper levels of consciousness to the next different dream-scape. Odd eh? Really glad you liked it and to have such a fan as you.

      Girishpuri- Thanks so much for stopping in! I will - You can count on it :)

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      Cathy Nerujen 4 years ago from Edge of Reality and Known Space

      I shall have bob bob bobbing all though my mind now for the night. LOL. This was funny yet so interesting. I am getting squinting blurry boogery now myself. LOL. That clock ticking so slow and time acting strange, as though this was happening in a church or somewhere similar. So many unusual images here. And yes the mice, as Fehl says... they are crazy. Wow.....

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      Richard-Murray 4 years ago

      almost stepped in the rabbit hole didnt you:)

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      frankieonfire 4 years ago from Eureka, CA

      @Astra - Hope you slept well. All in the church of mind. :)

      @Richard - I bob bob bobbed my head and Bobbed Bobbed Bobbed right back out! Thanks for reading!

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