Sleep poetry

Sometimes I write lines of poems down in my sleep. Well, in that half-awake, half-asleep state that you get into sometimes, where weird things make sense. (Speaking of that, here's a great story about that state of being.) I always think "This is such a great line! I gotta write this down so I don't forget it...it's going to be one of the greatest poems I've ever written!" But it's always something crazy.

Something like this. Here's what I wrote last night:


Ducks speak in tongues.
Verbs verbs,
wrong sums,
then nouns.
I have been born
from the viscera of
my sleepiness.