memory foam

the bed has come between us
furniture and issue
when night comes on.
while you sleep
the blue angels bust
the sound barrier.
while you sleep
the lumberjack
whizzes saw blades
and my dreams go boom
and poof—
I wake in the next room.

bedroom walls
have come between us
blocking the bombardiers
keeping the locomotives
from jumping tracks.
no more jackhammers
blasting holes in the night.

the bed has come between us
for good.
I am the perfect sleeper
get my beauty rest
beat my chest like King Koil
in victory
over the “Hammerklavier Sonata”
which you conduct next door
and like Beethoven
never hear.

I have chosen sleep
traded sonic booms
for silence
but I have not forsaken you
as long as my skin remembers
where you fit.

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  1. Ashley August 11, 2008 at 3:36 pm #

    There is nothing I love more than a good night sleep on the Tempur-Pedic mattress my hubby bought for his bad back! I didn’t want the mattress but loved it right away and it stopped my snoring and hip pain. He hated it the mattress at first and wanted to try a sleep number and I said FORGET IT! It’s taken a long time but he likes it now.

    Enjoy your sleep!!! 🙂

  2. Keri August 11, 2008 at 5:56 pm #

    Can’t afford the mattress yet but I am going off to find a pillow of the same type this afternoon. Maybe it will prevent my arm from falling asleep/going numb in the night… Will work on that mattress in time.

    Wonderful poetic post…

  3. patrick August 13, 2008 at 2:45 pm #

    I have read this at least six times.

    Every time I read one of your poems, I wish I would take the time to write more pointedly.

    Your words drip with poignance, and sometimes — better than any photograph — lay out a visual as if it were right in front of my eyes.

    Always and always, they tug at my heart.

    I am particularly fond of the Beethoven reference (juxtaposed against the joke-cliché I've heard so many times, that of snoring as symphony) and of the last several lines which, simply, bring it all back home.

  4. Beth August 14, 2008 at 3:24 pm #

    I passed over this a few times. I finally read it. Your words are so pretty and I get everything you say. It’s so nice to have that gift of writing that makes everything sound so beautiful.

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