First Thing To Do When I Wake Up
Is to remember what just happened
realize that the past few hours
were all imaginary.
try to unbuckle the quilt
locate eyes
Hear her speak the first words of my day.
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16 December 2012
Inner Self
Sometimes the lines get blurry
at other periods in time they get lonesome.
Like the road she walked home on,
<never bring forth the inner self
>question the others' instead
at other periods in time they get lonesome.
Like the road she walked home on,
<never bring forth the inner self
>question the others' instead
26 November 2012
A Stroll Through the Cold, Cold Night
Waiting in the cold, cold night
As the children's laughter has long gone
Though some small echos linger
and I have to move on.
As the children's laughter has long gone
Though some small echos linger
and I have to move on.
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29 July 2012
One-Thousand Milliseconds at a Time
Tick tock tick tock
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.
time is running away from you
one-thousand milliseconds at a time
hurry for the door
don't stop and think
be here then and there now
stomach aches from stress
make me want to fall a sleep
and not wake up
until I am in Bagdad again.
24 June 2012
Three bottles of scotch
Three bottles of scotch
don't blend it
don't even think about it
Take the good with the bad
(as they say)
Never once did I think well
when on the other things
Write drunk
edit sober
(as he said)
Pressure on an empty stomach
dry mouth
aching head
and we go on and on and on and on and on.
Until the Sun shines
and the Moon is forced to hide.
don't blend it
don't even think about it
Take the good with the bad
(as they say)
Never once did I think well
when on the other things
Write drunk
edit sober
(as he said)
Pressure on an empty stomach
dry mouth
aching head
and we go on and on and on and on and on.
Until the Sun shines
and the Moon is forced to hide.
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