Plain American Language

I cut a sliver/of WC William's finger
and placed it inside/my philosophy...

Monday, September 1, 2008

I Do This, I Do That Poem

Oh when the shower runs and you're
awake it's morning in New York
you're visiting and wanting to chat
slouching and correcting your slouch,
yes it's morning, in this unknown Brooklyn
a Saturday with few clouds out
the window, mostly apartment buildings
while the scarves inside are wrapping
everything, even the walls,
draping paisleys and gilded colors
promoting brick or mauve-ish reds
and creams that make you think
of breakfast while returning
home is more than a day away --
that revolving door called home --
and again no clouds
it is fresh and a toddler cries
his dailiness like this morning table:
an eye patch, a bracelet, cuff links
a pen and a few pennies.


Ashley said... are you? thanks for the link and i really enjoyed the last few poems you posted. =)

Vanessa Rogers said...

cool poem, and thanks for sharing, but maybe you could explain some of it to me. Along with your thought process. I have mostly read poetry in a structured class with the background of the author and possible meanings attached.
-Novice poetry reader