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sleeping under a pile of blankets



playing ping pong in a vacant lot



i'm sleepy from watching

the rally monkeys



i like to gamble on opportunity

and nap in the afternoon

on the living room floor

in front of the fireplace



there is no dancing on friday night



there is a poem that fell apart

during my nap

it was a cluster of words that

might have had too much attitude



it might have been way too funny



or it may have been the sweetness

i wish to express to you

sometimes it is just the ying

and yang of desire



i certainly would have

tossed a strobe light

onto your dance floor



and that is as intimate as i remember

but not where i would have my thoughts end



it's just the gamble of memory

and the confusion of slumber