Sunday, September 2, 2012



Render the unimaginably
Tender shift of
Left-right step
03:15 in the AM,
It passes, and surely
I’m not awake

Make no mistake,
When the one meets
The nine—
The double number
Refreshes wounds

And though cold,
It soothes the
Erratic nerve-change
Intermittent in gear,
Last little speck of
Fear rising up
From the sheets

Evidence of the
More-or-less real
Affection that created
What it is to be me
Interchanging biologic

And sometimes I wish
I had left the womb
Gentle death by nature
No more numbers or
Double numbers, just
A clock

And a green-and-white
Nurse flock around
My Momma’s belly

And should the final
Push have choked me
On the cord tied
Around my neck—
I guess I could be
A cloud, weekly bound
To the rain

And on the First of
September I’d
Smile and cry
The name I never

From religion
In which I never

My last moments
Merely scientific
Swift with emotion
As I left.

But of course,
Reality isn’t as
Gentle as clouds
Gassed from funeral
Silly tunes

They thought
I would like—
And bare-mind in
The cot.

I’ll hit refresh
And throw the
Potatoes back in the
Too hard for memory,

Too hard for my
And without a sound
I’ll return to what it
Is now, when somehow
I am of the living.

18 Comments So Far:

  1. Phew... this is deep. Filled with real and raw emotions. Sad when someone thinks it may have been better if they had died at birth. This is so vivid and reminds me of the times I've had insomnia and clock watched half the night too.
    A truly gripping read.

  2. You succeeded in working the words in masterfully and making the reader (me) feel deeply. Intense, dark, AND strong writing.

  3. Wow- Lovely, profound... I especially like:

    And should the final

    Push have choked me

    On the cord tied

    Around my neck—

    I guess I could be

    A cloud, weekly bound

    To the rain

  4. Ohmigosh... I got lost entirely in your words. They wound their way through me until I forgot where I was, sitting here at a computer, mesmerized. Beautiful and soulful. I LOVE THIS PIECE!

  5. Of the living indeed, I enjoyed your write.

  6. Very well formed and executed, filled with those 3 AM feelings that drift past while the clock keeps ticking. Deep layers of vivid imagery and meaning.


  7. The thoughts that haunt one at night; how wonderfully you've captured and limned some here ... I keep going back over your dark, deep poem, marvelling at how seamlessly you've woven the wordle words ... very nice write.

  8. This was written with the wordle words? They were flawlessly inconspicuous and yet very descriptive. A great read!

  9. wow...really hard emotions in this one....wicked flow throughout and each hit strikes hard...and makes me ache....

  10. A very poignant poem - an original and sad but powerful perspective. k.

  11. Deep and dark. Reads like a tempest, and then those potatoes bring me right back to earth.


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