Thursday, March 17, 2011

poem of the day 03.17.11

sugar bowl

watching the rain
the dead cars
on dead streets

like wet ducks

the neighbor upstairs
her bed creaks

then

bounce bounce bounce

a new fantasy
or a new man?

fourteen minutes after
seven o’clock in the morning
and my wife is still asleep

i sit on the couch
with a hangover

listening to the morning d.j.

the patter of rain
on the pavement

catch my reflection in the mirror

i am
the cable bill
the internet bill
meat cooked at 350 degrees
four scotches before bed
and a succession of bad jobs

a man in need of a cup of coffee

wondering where it was
that i put the sugar bowl
last night.

1 comment:

Bukowski's Basement said...

Hey man ... Sorry I haven't been around. been in the work cave, the writing cave and the TV watching cave...

fell behind on ALOT.

But this piece is another great one...