Sand Man

I fell,
There is sand in my mouth.

I can't spit,
This sand tastes bitter, thick.

Vision veiled,
Am I asleep?

Hear mom,
The smell of bacon, my home.

I'm so sleepy,
Playing possum now, lie still.

Feel the heat,
Stove must be nearly red hot.

Better go,
Why can't I get up?

Try to yell,
Mouth won't open for the sand.

Bad dream,
It has to be, I'll wake soon.

Laugh inside,
I was about to get afraid.

Just sleep,
Being carried away by a blackbird.

I'm floating.
We all float away in this desert.