I notice only while in bed-
That the moon is never a full circle,
And the cat sleeps slightly on his side.
The pressures of the springs in my mattress,
Are coiled askew, and give uncomfortable sensations.

While the pillow which cradles my head.
Is not as mellow as the salesperson said,
Then, all of the wishes come out from their dens,
To play in a world of hypothetical desire and dance,
Where whirlwinds of fantasy meet should and could-haves.

Oh the imperfections of things-
That emerge from hibernation within my mind,
And disrupt the serenity of a warm summer world,
Where the moon is never a full circle-
And the cat sleeps slightly on it’s side.

Lazarus Knix

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