This Morning
At 3:25 this morning
lying in bed in the dark
my feet are chilly and
I am thinking about shit.
Thinking. Mentally. About shit.
Am I an excremental - ist?
Do I have to get up
and make a note of that? Or, will I remember?
If I get up I could put socks on
and maybe a sweatshirt.
Then I hear the voice
in my head that I use
when I am talking to you.
That's the signal.
It's now 3:40 a.m.
I've written it down and turned off the light.
The birds have started chirping.
Already?
Maybe their feet are cold.
David L White 4/17/12
At 3:25 this morning
lying in bed in the dark
my feet are chilly and
I am thinking about shit.
Thinking. Mentally. About shit.
Am I an excremental - ist?
Do I have to get up
and make a note of that? Or, will I remember?
If I get up I could put socks on
and maybe a sweatshirt.
Then I hear the voice
in my head that I use
when I am talking to you.
That's the signal.
It's now 3:40 a.m.
I've written it down and turned off the light.
The birds have started chirping.
Already?
Maybe their feet are cold.
David L White 4/17/12
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