Jun 2013
First Poem of the Day: Pillows vs. Poetry
Ample
Array
Four
Five
Even six,
Pillows,
Rest
My
Head.
One
Or
All
Nightly
Available.
No matter combo or organized, a good nights sleep
Elusive
So poetry is my default rest position,
My screen savior.
Tho my pillows fail me, they are still the best friends I've ever had.
They are my plumped-up critics, those with style, lend me a word now and then. But best of all, they take my tears always, the tears that always come no matter what, most of all when I'm sad satisfied that I wrote something just good enough to share (true),
till my woman wakes, reads them and then by way of thanks,
Makes the bed,
and lovingly rearranges
my pillow friends,
so I can do this,
this poetry thing again,
And that is true love.
So to my woman, who has given me something that I guess I can say is the best years of my life, I give this gift, this first poem of the day,
Hey Pillows, gad ******, get over here, I'm weeping again.
June 9, 2013
5:12am
Ample
Array
Four
Five
Even six,
Pillows,
Rest
My
Head.
One
Or
All
Nightly
Available.
No matter combo or organized, a good nights sleep
Elusive
So poetry is my default rest position,
My screen savior.
Tho my pillows fail me, they are still the best friends I've ever had.
They are my plumped-up critics, those with style, lend me a word now and then. But best of all, they take my tears always, the tears that always come no matter what, most of all when I'm sad satisfied that I wrote something just good enough to share (true),
till my woman wakes, reads them and then by way of thanks,
Makes the bed,
and lovingly rearranges
my pillow friends,
so I can do this,
this poetry thing again,
And that is true love.
So to my woman, who has given me something that I guess I can say is the best years of my life, I give this gift, this first poem of the day,
Hey Pillows, gad ******, get over here, I'm weeping again.
June 9, 2013
5:12am
On the ferry home last night, on a perfect night, she asked me if these were the best years of my life. I hesitated before answering her yes. The hesitation, but a few seconds, was the birth moment of this "poem,"
Which I wrote the second I woke up today. So to you all, my version of the Miranda warning:
Anything you say and write can and will be used
By me to celebrate life, and you and, you.
Which I wrote the second I woke up today. So to you all, my version of the Miranda warning:
Anything you say and write can and will be used
By me to celebrate life, and you and, you.
