Saturday, March 11, 2017

Into the couch


Joints cracking stretching out of the bed
Musty sweet from sleeping with my clothes on
Mattress missing someone to hear my yawn
Mind too tired to hold the thoughts climbing up

Dry feet drag me into the living room
Outside the window the day’s getting dressed
Morning quiet as the apartment waits
Hung over memories from yesterday

A toilet flushes and a door creaks open
A naked angel appears out of nowhere
Hair like a bird’s nest and her face like a dream
An earthly flower looking only for me

Back beaded by the nap of the couch
Body sun sliced by half open blinds
Buckle clinking under fumbling thumbs
Her weight won’t wait and sinks us into the couch

Pushing away the gyro meat on my breath
The farts that crinkled up the sheets overnight
The roach that’s sitting where my liquor had been
The neighbors at it cause he’s just coming home

Her magic fingers stroke the stress from my head
Sucks out the poison from my soul with her lips
I wrap my arms around her warm tenderness
And drink the life she breathes into me again

©03.11.17 ebn

No comments: