a.m. reeve

my dreams are interrupted by a song
enjoyed at other times but now despised.
i haven't been asleep for all that long;
just who proclaimed that now i should arise?
it all comes back to me: before my dreams
i promised laura i would take this shift.
she said, "it's not as bad as it would seem;
you'll be alone, if you get my drift."
i know she meant that i could take a nap,
and getting paid for sleeping sounded great.
but that chair's as comfy as a spinal tap,
so interrupted dreams will have to wait.
i grudgingly get up, get dressed, and go -
[insert last line that goes here with the flow]

19 december 1984

i never got a last line. the best i came up with "why i listened to laura i'll never know!" was deemed "too easy" by the professor, and of course, completely out of rhythm. i get the out of rhythm part, but it's not really the kind of poem that begs for a twist.

is it?