Saturday, December 12, 2020

Song Before Sunrise

I used to be quite certain about everything.
Bumping Euclid on heavy rotation.
I was self-styled and self-appointed.
Squeezed dark matter so hard light came out
With infinite velocity and total hypotenuse.
A bridge builder, a chairperson, a blue-ribbon commissioner.
Special this, unified that,
Driven by a deep commitment,
Quantum dance hall, quantum dodge ball,
Bipartisan, multicultural, and holy.
People everywhere saying
Let us, my friend, not lack your company.

But when that good early morning loving goes bad
You don’t stand a chance
I remind myself every morning,
The disappointment of having
Lived through the night,
The chronic pain hope is endowed with.
As I rise from the bed
In the dim and utter light
The dog is still sleeping on a pallet of blankets.
Coffee maker cackling to a conclusion.
Crickets who worked graveyard clocking out.
Throwin' down hard right out the gate.


1 comment:

  1. There's this guy sitting at bar talking to the bartender image after reading this. This guy telling the bartender "you ever felt like?"

    "The chronic pain hope is endowed with". This is tough line.

    The other line is the opening of the second graph, "...early morning loving goes bad". This is a hard poem. Maybe too many mornings not sure of anything.

    Emotional. Bitter.