LOVE POEM ON A MONDAY MORNING WITH MOCK COMPLAINTS, UNREASONABLE WISHES, YOUR NAME AND THE EARTH FOR GOOD MEASURE
Darling, it’s this binary morning futzing all
I’m trying to say. Clouds glide away.
The sun is pantomime. I can’t understand
an atom of creation. I can’t raise
the garage door with my mind,
the better to escape today’s apocalypse,
the better to fade through all
and the rorid grass running beside
the roads like deer. I’m thinking of
because I’m thirsty, because
everything there is not free
at all and that’s the precise spot
on the map we should marry
all our troubles. I’ll complain of my bones,
I think it’s safe to say
and I’ll worry the miles
we never drive. I’ll say your name
when I shouldn’t
to every door barred before us
as if you’re known in
to tumble the last lock
and loose the last bolt.
Jennifer, look at the sky peeping down
like an adjective for angels
I really don’t want to use
so I won’t. No one will promise me wings.
There is a simplicity
in such a request
I think you should love
but you don’t.
To bravely want the sky is
to bravely want the sky
despite all the forecasts of rain and sleet
and, oh, yes, gravity,
to which we keep speaking
like vaguely lost travelers,
we are just passing through, we are just passing through.
6 comments:
You must be the only one I know of who offers the whole of the earth "for good measure." What bounties must be at your disposal then, if the earth is a mere lagniappe!
hey pg, who the crap is jennifer?
Lovely soundscape.
I am left speechless, as usual. Thank you.
Amazing! Nice flow of words and hidden meanings. I love this poem :-)
Thanks for sharing it with us.
Damn, hon.
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