do something with this · 18/09/2009 09:23 pm by Bron
backpackers lament
stolen slumber from zips of thunder
flashes of light dull and bright
pierce the darkness of night
hands reach and search
fingers grope and grapple
rustling plastics shatter the night
elusive dreams it seems tonight
the creak of bedding the blankets drawn
muffled sighs of expectant dawn
not a sound, I wait on high as sleep is nigh
I drift, I doze
a sounding nose breaks the quiet
a snort a snore, forever more
a sleepless night is mine to keep
[by dad]
this little tale of one night in Kyoto is printed out on the kitchen table, with a note in a wave of text at the bottom:
Bron, you may be able to do something with this and become famous
