Saturday, January 10, 2009

Nerve Movie

To wake up high up from nap
after bitter cold of morning bicycle
read email from old friend lay down
with huge collected Whalen on my chest
the weight of the book is a hug
in compact room head on green roll pillow
tissue hands chapped, ache.

Thunder of wind still in my head
comfortable under pale blue blanket
the building shimmies all the cars in
Brooklyn decide to honk and then the
warm blood hum of sleep drowsy peanut
butter discovery on lower lip still from post
bicycle sandwich.

Neighbor slams door, moves chair or body,
dog bark, a shout, I'm out like a little wind up
toy that ain't wound up no more.


Anonymous Anonymous said...

Perfect. Thank you for this.

9:56 PM  

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