SLUMBEROUS EMISSIONS
David Allyon Poetry Workshop
Did you ever wonder
what might be said
if only you could get a pass?
That backstage pass for VIPs only.
Another type of detector,
a bullshit-o-meter, if you will.
He is running to meet her
running to cover
all the bases that he barely slides into
Be careful ‘cause wishes come true
and he didn’t know
that his cue ignited a recording
of slumberous emissions
Unveiling my supposed clairvoyance,
my mascara adding a mischievous layer
to my winking.