Slumbering on and off
I must have dozed into a side street,
my memory on a go slow.
Having vacated the premises
beads rolled and filled the gaps
settling into spaces in my head,
overflowing into pillow folds,
their circular bodies probing my cheeks,
pulling faces at me in disturbance.
The light switch to my brain remained off,
the beads multiplied, the pillow like a giant bead
bean bag impacted its air bag mode.
Wham….I was awake not knowing quite what day