Presentation is everything;
sometimes my day opens in a garbage can,
not among leftovers,
but brand spanking new, still warm bagels:
buttery gray matter, on fire, racing in circles.

Is there no safe haven for dreaming?

I am a light sleeper, and it seems I startled the heaven-fairy,
she departed before she could make me an angel of mercy.

There is no wrong-side of the bed,
there is a sunken ship to the left,
a sunken treasure to the right,
and a wall down the middle of the sea.

it ain't the sun but...

And the waves crash me,
to rise with brick debris,
caked in eyes.

I loved this...well done!!!