Heaven & Hell

My slumber is blissful.  The
peace is uninterrupted.
Dreams are removing
me from reality, taking
the mind to unparalleled
realms.  All is well.
Suddenly, and abruptly the
bliss has vanished, and I
come back to the real
world with a thud!  Why
is this so?  Those poofter
neighbors are at it again.
Seeing who will win the Mr
Noisey award at 4am.
I fight the urge to hiss
at them, and slowly drift
back to my heavenly
slumber.  Such a place
may not exist, apart
from the Dreamtime.


written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate


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