It's a freeform poem about a locale, any locale. I chose my favorite place in the whole world. If you don't like it please do better than "it sucks" or "gay".
Mourning Morning
While I’m floating in a horizontal world of ease
I’m a willing inmate during my sleepy sentence
She’s my soft soul mate if you so please
and this comfy coma makes splendid sense
Smooth and soft my whole world is white
Not a sound stirs-save those from my dreams
Full fluffy puffy pillows left… and right
And everything is- well, as it seems
THE SUN- crashing through the wall of black
spews its vile dawning rays- showering me,
suffocating me with its bright red attack,
and working tandem with my need to pee
So day after day, I wave my white flag
Punching the clock on this reality
With sullen submission I slowly drag
My body from this dry Jacuzzi
A razor stroke and a water splash
has my sleepy life unfurled
Only to come full circle- I crash
back into my perfect world
2006-09-08
11:00:21
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Wow, thank you guys so much for such positive feedback. I wasn't quite expecting this kind of response at all so I'm half relieved- half elated!
2006-09-08
11:22:58 ·
update #1