dashboard summons…

wake up

creeping dawn struck the
dirty window muttering about
spring. i need a shower
& a shave; dawn came late
as i disentangled the sheet
wrapped around my throat.
musta thrashed halfway to
suffocation. no wonder it
was so hot in here.

rasp good morning to those
crazy eyes in the mirror. a
few of the more recent bruises
are one day farther down the
line from black to blue to yellow-
greenish to tan. there’s a new
one over my shoulder blade;
mysteries abound at the foot of
consciousness, but bone bruised
skin is SOP. besides, i don’t
make the rules.

holy jeans get ever holier as
toes slip through the knees n’
rip a little more down the leg.
no matter. holy is holy i’m told,
& true believers should know
’bout that kind of thing. i don’t
believe in anything so i ain’t
got a horse in that race.

i’ve already forgotten what-
ever i was supposed to be
doing. waking up a second
time, now fully clothed, informal as
could be. awake & settling into
my usual spot, i pretend to write
a poem; all the while
wondering if anyone will
pretend to read it.

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Another of the bullshit “bio” poems that surface from time to time. Well, as they say, the day has to start somewhere. Seems good enough with a lack of natural disasters & civil wars to worry about. Oh yeah…. that. I can’t pray for you but my thoughts are certainly on the plight of the truly fucked. Not much else can be done.

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4 Responses to “dashboard summons…”

  1. Talent oozes from this piece.

  2. belladonna23 Says:

    Ehh sounds kinda like my average saturday 6 AM…

  3. Love the casual tone, the description of your daily ritual upon rising, your endearing tone of self-deprecation (esp at the end –

    i pretend to write
    a poem; all the while
    wondering if anyone will
    pretend to read it.

    Yeah I feel a lot of this man. The bruises so well described too. What I get here, unusual from you to this extent actually from what I’ve seen of your work, is detailed observation of the everyday: those little things to which we can all relate and which give a piece it’s quirks (and often lend it a great deal of intrigue). Not a dull moment here. I didn’t mean you usually write bring poems, quite the opposite; just that I don’t think I’ve read one that is basically all description of a normal passage of time, rather than a personal/social or other (often humorous) statement. I like both, but you do this very well. I should try this approach more often.

    Cheers duder, apologie so late getting to ya.. things have been.. well, I’m sure you know the deal. I’m erratic also…

    Digging your ink

    L @ WordSalad

  4. A pretend read will lead to a pretend comment, that you’ve turned an ordinary morning into a poetic start of the day …

    holy is holy i’m told,
    & true believers should know
    ’bout that kind of thing. i don’t
    believe in anything so i ain’t
    got a horse in that race.

    A pretend smile here …

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