Sunday Evening, for Jack

Jason78Jason78 Posts: 400
edited October 2012 in Poetry, Prose, Music & Art
Oh, the doldrums
of the wake up morning routine
kook-koodle-dooooo!
ah man, these Monday's are Slumdays
I don't wanna get up
but
I don't wanna lie here paralyzed neither

the city below me
there
glistening, sparkling bright sight
can't I just stand here
and scream
for unlawful carnal knowledge
as I gaze
out this window
"I don't wanna work"!
I wanna be
but I gotta work
if I just wanna be
that dragon moon whips it's tongue down so nicely
illuminating my spirits

heavy wet flesh
makes it hotter
on these late summer nights
late o'clock
as I see the time
dial flash burn

driving in my car
dow my 210 Pacific
these cars do indeedy
hiss by my windy
smoke chambers
full of vermin
like me

we drive the range
and go get get it
and God bless it
bless this sea
of des-per-ra-ti-on
sad faces
with mad eyes
in mad places
mad eyes!
star, cloud, and mountain gazing

your dreams aren't dead
dreams don't die
they're merely muddled
by the everyday work
root-team

and when you get home
you'll see
she's there waiting
right where you left her
on Friday or Saturnday or Sundee

Inspiration!
In-spur-ray-she-own!
what a beautiful name
but I don't think she'll use it
probably answer to
In
or
Inspy
or some speak like that
oh, daughter of content.....

this fall inspires
wakes up to a forehead kiss
autumn night eyes speak
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