Enter the Land of Coziness

Beware of the Burglar King.

Brotha Sleep is very sleepy...

Creepy,

Take a leafy moment to rest

With Blankey on the way to the banky

To deposit some sleep funds.

Away to the rolling pillow

My willow of weeps to flow the maker

Of the candlestick faker.

Either way the bald seagull is there,

Scrounging up crumbs of food made fast

By great big arches of Mellow Yellow pop,

A crop sold by local soda farmers.

Yoda is an old, grey, green bean.

When did the clock say go to bed

And lock the tock

Into the Honeywell alarm system?

Ohh noo!

The Burglar King has broken into the house!

Ring the doorhell three dozen chimes,

Times all the fools who plug their cords

Through mindless art-her-keys fell to the floor

Last night by the window that sells on the toilet

Pastime stories from a Gas-X elder who lifts up

Like a blimp to go to Blimpie’s

For a submarine to deep sea dive and crash into the sand,

Which means there are crabs with labs in utopian villages

Lost in a place called, “Time-to-sleep…”

Author's Note

What was your first reaction to this piece? What is your favorite detail? Would you like to see a part two?

Reviews

[Skylar Valentine]

I felt confused by 90% of this. The 10% I did understand was that most of this confusion was the craziness we find in our dreams some nights. Still I'm unclear as to if the whole thing was the dream, or if some part of it was the reality of waking.

[Luna Zerimar]

My first reaction was comical. Then, confusion, & lastly, understanding.

I loved how you ended it. I also like the second stanza.

Part two? Well, that's up to you. Just write. Write from your heart.