Naked Body of Dreams

Poetry by David Deyo

Poetry Contents


Under fluorescent flutter,
morning twists the H handle.
Waterdrops skitter downtile,
clear beneath the faucet fog,
pushing the facial froth diaspora
into pools about the ringlet chrome.
A traffic jam on basin white
hunting sleep below the drain.
Black bits slide on the porcelan,
shards of spineless dotted line
followed by shocking red splats,
a scarf of spinning tissue
and a ribbon of foul language.
Obviously Monday.

About the Poem

This poem describes how getting up on the wrong side of the bed can put a man on the wrong footing with his razor.


This poem is previously unpublished in print. This poem was finished October 3, 1985.



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