i am sure that it was a falling building.
a crashing bus, or plane.
the sound of ten thousand tons.
floor shaking.
windows rattling.
maybe it was a crane collapsing in the cold dark of an early new york morning.
i am sure we will hear about it on the news.
see it in the daily rags.
see folks' eyes dart around in terror,
the only way they could get more keyed up than they already are
on cabs,
trains,
buildings,
people,
people.
endless sea of people.
maybe it was a sink hole.
a terror bomb.
i can't be sure just yet,
but i am sure that something
loud
violent
destructive
has pulled me from my sleep.
what's that smell?
oh, shit!
well almost.
i hope this girl next to me doesn't wake up,
and throw me out of the house
for being the dog
that i am.
that must have been the biggest fart ever.