Poetry002

 The last cold hour of darkness descends
The night like a crystal
Covering outside
Light will begin to droop in soon
Something political happened last night

Sometimes
you just feel these things,
No matter how little attention you try
And pay, how little you say,
How many other things you
Could give a fuck about.

Thinking about going out to
The flash flood of light store
And picking up an archaic newspaper,
But with deadline and all, probably
Didn’t make print,
Seems it was kind of late
The president emailed me to thank me.

Not sure what for.  

Not much to see in this seat
Not interested in watching the sunrise
So much this morning
Slept five comfortable hours on the couch
Felt the tiger’s warm breath.  

While we still have the cloak of night
Could you sing to me little angel
Make peace of this all,
Show them you’re not so small
– And to get around you, one must crawl.  

You can feel the week beginning,
The stirring and anxiety throughout
Every house on the poor street  
You know of this different world

So you sit and try and write a poem.
Even if you failed miserably,
You sat and tried to do something
And to me that’s better than
Scrambling around for coffee
This morning and pushing
My ass into a florissant hell.  

Sometimes you just got a wonder.