Make it a Monday, easy to remember
Another year gone.
Each day passes
on my calendar.
Wondering… 365 choices,
which will be the day I die?
My day first remembered
by a few who loved me.
Then, weeks, months,
years pass them by,
my day forgotten,
as they will be too.
This remembrance
taken by others who
trade back the day
of their birth
for the…
The risk of being alive
Too cold, I won’t go.
Too hot, I must stay inside.
Too late, I must go home.
No thanks, one glass my limit.
Love, oh no, what if she left.
Sex, no, no… me naked
with a stranger?
Slow down driver,
you drive too fast.
Only one cookie please,
no more for me.
Ten o’clock, time for bed.
Six…
The 6:00 in the morning call to write
No, no… too early!!
An idea for a poem
waking me at 6:00,
teasing my barely
functioning brain awake.
I staggered to my desk.
Hair that would make
me Tommy Who,
the newest resident
of Whoville. Straight
up like the top
of a demented carrot.
Scruffy and scraggly
my theme of the morning…