something banged in the
night which was strange for there was
no wind
just the damn moonlight
maybe a raccoon
in the garbage cans
but not with that dog down there

He wanted a cigarette so he lighted one
it didn't matter that he was laying in bed
Reuben Kincaid and the Professor had
died on the same fateful day
truly an era was stomped to death

The cigarette reminded him
of a microwave burrito
maybe he was hungry
it was worth noting on his blog
so he did

the craptacular no longer interested him
sleep that was another story
he had bargained with sleep
and the deal had not been without it's
rewards

Now he just he noticed sounds in the
night
the floating bed boat spaceship
was docked
if there were stars
still somewhere
they might be shining
he closed his eyes and
stamped out the butt