Drinking Popcorn

There are days when life is so weird

That I must drink popcorn to survive

And the pears slice themselves into bacon

For breakfast with roses for eggs as small dragons

Rush from the window and pluck the eggs off my plate

I hear roses and pears laughing--I wake from my sleep

The bowl of last night’s popcorn waits by my bed

I make coffee and drink and eat the popcorn

And wave good-bye to the smiling little dragons

Who bless me in my world which makes much less sense

Then theirs