I opened my eyes to check on the time this morning

The clock radio on my night stand said two thirty five AM

Giuseppe was only about a foot away and had the hungary look in his eyes

I swung my legs over the side and attempted to arise from my bed

I had no trouble doing that but I did feel dizzy and fell face in to my bedroom side wall

There I was in all my glory now face first on the bed side floor

I felt some nausea and spit up some acid

I was down and I could not pick myself up off the floor

My mind immediately thought of broken bones

So I laid there thinking is this it, will I die here now

I still felt sick and nauseous 
My mind was traveling with some very rapid thoughts

It sped of thoughts about the last poem I had read earlier that evening

The poem stood out because it was not written at the Authors Den

In fact I do not remember where it came from

All I remember is that it came from the inter-net

My face came back and then dropped like a moon rock to the floor

I was unconscious and dreaming

As Beverly positioned herself over me, sled down and took me to utopia

TONY MIKE NERONE

11-02-10