Dear Sweet & Grungy Poets

 DEAR SWEET & GRUNGY POETS; dream thinkers, heart thumpers, whisper makers, wonder starters, morning sippers, midnight blinkers... thank you. And once again, THANK YOU. ✤

July 18th 2010 - 4:05am

Counting down till sunrise. 

1.75 cups of coffee consumed between the hours of 5 and 10pm.

BAD. 

and

Really, really GOOD!!  

Candles were lit and I got-it-on with Sticky-Notes.

Sticky-Notes and stacks of forgotten paperwork and my copy- machine. 

Scissors and tape and notebooks and oh yes... the file got used. 

You heard that right... I used the file.  

But don't worry, it was consensual.  

And it made me hungry, but I didn't eat.   

Food. That is. 

Nope. 

I didn't eat food and I'm cutting back on sleep and none of it's my fault. 

It's the Sticky-Notes. 

I blame the Sticky-Notes.

MS. BED HEAD ~ and the WILD NIGHTS

Ms. Bed-Head rubbed out pebbles from her sunrise eyes, yawned and fell back on her pillow. Her hair - entwined with thorny midnight brambles, was still littered with subconscious suggestions, dreams and whatnot.

She found it much easier to forgive her puffy face having come to realize the apparent necessity of these strange midnight visitations.

encounters with demons and such

a few fires, water, lovers, the knowing,
the unknown, some bliss, regret

the usual

going, coming, staying

longing

*

Mornings are NOT Broken

Between trips from the bedroom to the kitchen for tea and trips from the bedroom to the bathroom because I drank tea…

Sometimes I find myself jumping on the bed.

Mornings are getting bOuNcY.

THE NEW BLACK

Late Nights are no longer.
But weeeee MORNINGS really ARE.

Ode to weeee ~~~early mornings

Ahem.

Good Morning wee early mornings.

It’s ME!  

I know – It’s been sometime.

I’m glad to be reacquainted, I'm confident we’ll get on.

Already you feel like a chum
Do you mind if I call you that for short? Chum?

OOPS – This is supposed to be an ODE!

eek!

Okay...hang on.

(clears throat) aheM…

ODE TO WEE EARLY MORNINGS

Dearest morning ~ you are the wind beneath my….

Oh never mind.

You’re so right – I’m jumpin’ the gun.

We haven’t even bathed together yet,

Or walked,

Or caressed.

Well shucks, we’ve hardly even spoken.

Or not spoken
Or laughed

Okay, well we HAVE chuckled…

And we’ve definitely smiled,

But no, we haven’t laughed - not reAllY loud.

BUT WE HAVE BEFORE – remember?

And we will again – I’M SURE!

But you’ll probably tell me I’m TOO LOUD,

And then I’ll get embarrassed because I didn’t even realize.

And then I’ll try and be really good and do things that wee early morning people do.

And then you’ll say...

"I like you just the way you are"

And gently remind me that the only reason you said, “be more quiet” is because

THE NIGHT PEOPLE ARE JUST NOW FALLING ASLEEP.

Then I’ll say,

“Oh yeah, I can totally relate.”

I’m glad I’m not a night person anymore

But I might be jumpn’ the gun a tad – - -