rest-less,
my erudition was insufficient solution
to soul my worries into a somnolent condition
"Put you head and tresses
on my hairy chest,
listen to the rising crescendos
of a symphony of this man's
labored heart,
heaving and breathing!"
did what was asked,
nary a whimper or a sound-at-all,
and thus, I found myself
overslept and late for work
now, the inhibition
(never wake a sleeping woman)
is in sedition,
and the Times reports,
the end of Prohibition,
so when I can't sleep,
I'll wake her sleeping head
to put upon
my chest and
soul to keep
so informed, she stated and I quote:
*"Anything I can do to keep you,
happy and poetry-free
from midnight till the **** crows
and slumber trumps the restless words
that will wait till morning born,
and the kingdom of poetry, awoken,
comes alive*"
Mar 27, 2014
Mar 27, 2014 at 4:05 PM UTC
rest-less,
my erudition was insufficient solution
to soul my worries into a somnolent condition
"Put you head and tresses
on my hairy chest,
listen to the rising crescendos
of a symphony of this man's
labored heart,
heaving and breathing!"
did what was asked,
nary a whimper or a sound-at-all,
and thus, I found myself
overslept and late for work
now, the inhibition
(never wake a sleeping woman)
is in sedition,
and the Times reports,
the end of Prohibition,
so when I can't sleep,
I'll wake her sleeping head
to put upon
my chest and
soul to keep
so informed, she stated and I quote:
*"Anything I can do to keep you,
happy and poetry-free
from midnight till the **** crows
and slumber trumps the restless words
that will wait till morning born,
and the kingdom of poetry, awoken,
comes alive*"
another true story from the bed. Better poet, she than me!
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