doesn’t mean it’s not happening
and I’d appreciate
if you could give me the benefit of the doubt
lest you should end up in the same position
Day: September 28, 2009
surprise
poetryput on your shorts
here’s one more
day of summer.
friggin temporary
poetrystress relievers
come at the end of flights
not in pill shaped form
(although if the hallucination was strong enough)
and when i test you
i know all the more
you were what i needed
sun at my back
hope for a future
and healthcare
i trust
hospitals without
piss and blood on the floors
its here i belong
for now
This one is a poem I wrote late at night about writing poems late at night (or it could be if you either squint really hard or scroll back a few pages)
poetryThe best way
to prepare for
a busy day
(or so I’ve found)
is staying up far,
far too late
and reading up
on History
(and on guitars
specifically)
while two loads
of laundry
bang around
conspicuously
with washer and dryer
doing all the work of
two good housewives of
yesteryear,and
in half the time,
I might add (though
one would think it goes
without saying, but
then, not a lot of
people take the time
to realize that something
as mundane as an
electric washer
would get you either
burned at the stake
or drowned at the river
only a few hundred
years ago),
But I digress:
the buzzer buzzed:
I think I can finally sleep.