I fell asleep at 3:00 a.m.,
 and when I was in deepest REM
 a boulder from a cloud of lead
 hit the floor above my bed.

 Every hair rose on my hide
 as though a yeti got inside, 
the panic-stricken face of night 
fled and left the room too light, 

and dreams I had of steamy trysts 
faded like the morning mists. 
 Was it a boot, a building block
 or Punch & Drop that made that knock? 

Although he wakes me up each day
 with toys like titans rough at play,
 I always get to bed too late
 and, consequently, don’t get eight 

hours of sleep, or even four. 
I will get back at him. It’s war!
 I’ll make him hear what he inspired.
 (Well, maybe not. I’m way too tired.) _______ (Appeared in Lucid Rhythms)