...and counting...

5/06/2006

 
hysteria indoors

bright lights of a faithless computer
keep my dear sweet mom
alert for all hours

i've become catotonic
and paralyzed

my body's asleep
but there's a wedge in my eyes

the man who travels
four directions
is split into equal forths

if i were on all fours
i could chew my way
out of this

but resting comfortably as i am
in this hundred year chair

i'm sucked into the light
brightening my hair

power outage
repairs their outrage
over late night writing sprees

spent on penny ante words
but my hair
now even brighter

would light up alaska

this

poem

saves

no one

keeps all up

all

hours

helps no one

sleep better

wakes up the bed wetter

wags a finger

shame shame

the guilt lies on me

instead of a small peace

riots

incited

sherman's ignited

the great fires

of the south

this

poem

will not put it out

i hate to say it.