365

Operation 365 Poem: day 292…Vivid Dozes

Vivd Dozes

I don’t dream
I mean, I don’t sleep
I have spouts of dozing
When I get a peep

If I have a dream
Its rare I can recall it all
It comes and goes
Through my lack of sleep wall

Last night though
Was that rare time
I had vivid doze dreams
Must have been the wine
And the cocktails called Pipeline!
Perhaps even the Margaritas
Must be the Hawaiin bartending chiquitas

They put in magic juice
And made my mind a ticking bomb
Would have been ok if they were nice dreams
But in all of them, something went wrong

Will that stop me from drinking more now?
Nope – will be drinking all day long!