in si(joke)de

curled up, sheet-seeking warm-then-cold
trying to breathe slow and wondering
how the hell you can go from 0 to 200 cows
swinging-fan rotating from each 8am day-

lost, drowning, in a saharan antarctica
effortlessly tied down by gulliver's midgets
having bumbled, drunk on big foot's fashion
to steal a pair of insurance shoes-

drenched and smiling and reliving
caffine-endorphin high finger-puppet farms;
laughing away how it feels a bit too right
when we are both so out of breath

Author's Note

very early draft looking for critique!

Reviews

[Poets Soul]

I'm not sure what you are saying, "the inside joke", but I like the way it takes me from line to line trying to figure it out. Good write. I enjoyed. Thanks, PS

[Jason Henry]

the title is clever as hell lol! and i guess i wouldnt get it since its an inside jk and all, but i love how random it is to me and yet it flows so well.