She's an emigre,
From the Old Country
Her side of the bed,
To a new continent,
My rising and falling chest.
With every breath,,
An oath of allegiance pledged.
This continent,
On the Planet Bed,
In the Galaxy, Our Apartment,
A speck, a neutron,
In the Universe of My Mind
Her action, precipitates a chain reaction,
And the atoms rearranged, present themselves
As first poem of the day.
Tho time doesn't exist in this space,
Einstein's theorems irrelevant, passé,
Nonetheless, a passing-by comet,
To its tail, an airplane banner affixed,
for the beach blatherers,
To read:
*Son, you're late for work,
Time for you too,
To emigrate.**
~~~~~~~~~~~
In a taxi
7:12 AM
Jun 12, 2013
Jun 12, 2013 at 7:21 AM UTC
She's an emigre,
From the Old Country
Her side of the bed,
To a new continent,
My rising and falling chest.
With every breath,,
An oath of allegiance pledged.
This continent,
On the Planet Bed,
In the Galaxy, Our Apartment,
A speck, a neutron,
In the Universe of My Mind
Her action, precipitates a chain reaction,
And the atoms rearranged, present themselves
As first poem of the day.
Tho time doesn't exist in this space,
Einstein's theorems irrelevant, passé,
Nonetheless, a passing-by comet,
To its tail, an airplane banner affixed,
for the beach blatherers,
To read:
*Son, you're late for work,
Time for you too,
To emigrate.**
~~~~~~~~~~~
In a taxi
7:12 AM
Request permission to use this poem