Angry Hippo's

I see angry hippopotami
who cheat on their taxes dancing the
Haka oblivious to their neighbors
early morning wake up calls.
It is after 2 am and hippo’s don’t
like to be told when to stop
stomping and chanting.
Not unusual.  These visions.
The hippo’s are new tonight.

Not often but often enough
to worry be concerned
enjoy even a little
these strange happenings
images
voices.
Nothing too outrageous.
Not yet.  
Fun stuff.

A few weeks ago
although I blame the whiskey
the joint I smoked with some
chick in the bathroom of the bar
a few weeks ago it was
a tangled up mess of a man
laughing while spinning yarn
Rumpelstiltskin style but the
yarn was bleeding
I heard screaming
maybe mine
then I woke up the next morning
and swore off the hard stuff.
At least for a while.

Beautiful children sometimes
visit me in the middle of the night
giggles so loud I sit straight up
afraid
but they only want to play
and we run through the house
until we are out of breath
and red faced.
Then I make Kool-Aid
and popcorn.  I must
forget to eat it because
it’s always there the next
morning, on the counter.

Time sometimes slips away
from me this way.
I can be three days late for
my dentist appointment and I
can’t figure out why the
receptionist is so insistent that
it’s my fault and not hers.  
I get fired a lot for not
remembering I have been
hired in the first place.  It’s just
all such a jumble up there
in here
with me.

I wonder why?


12/21/2011
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