Thursday, May 02, 2013

Bad Nights

bed dread inexorable gravity
arise at five-five too thinking
dad bad nights semiparalytic
last refuge let him down hard

cheery in the early light stew
rhubarb though old goodness
avails less anticipated flavors
making eating highlight days

morning comes eventually to
think imagine mother asleep
comfort illusion erase time's
arrow creeping toward release

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