Tuesday, February 8, 2011

sleepy bridge sonnet

Tired goings o'er the Tappan Zzzzzzzzzzz

when, water in my eyes - a sight to see!

hills now mountains. reflection erection.

swerving left (straight, viz., diagonally)

I cross the high way and drop


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sturgeon, oh! you gave strong boys the scare-

when you wriggled past, they dove in the air!


strange things you think

when you're in the drain

of New York's kitchen sink.


or, was that fall the fall to sleep, and

has this been nothing but a (wet) dream?