The best

The best poem
I’ve ever written
disappears
from my sight
and into the morning
as I rub my eyes
and turn off the alarm clock.
 

7 Responses to “The best”

1. bikesgonewild Says:
   April 17th, 2008 at 9:59 pm

   …saw a guy out on my ride today,
   as he was pedaling out to play…

   …he was all decked out in old school kit’
   ‘la vie claire’ all the way…

   …but i knew it wasn’t greg though,
   of that i can surely say…

   …there was no one in a suit
   with a briefcase, following, on this day…

2. bikesgonewild Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 2:36 am

   …in retrospect, my rhyming meter sucks…

   …but i stand by my intent…

   …pure unfettered yet deserved insult…

3. Mel Storozynsky Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 6:23 am

   Yes, my “greatest novel in the history of literature!” has disappeared many times in that undertow of waking consciousness.

4. John C Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 6:27 am

   Gone, like beautiful morning wood
   Consumed in the fire
   of your shrieking wife’s voice
   “get your ass out of bed and get to work”

5. dafew Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 7:41 am

   It didn’t disappear… that was the best I have read in a while.

6. Joe Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 8:03 am

   I am NOT FAT I’m a sprinter!

7. Nigel Ashton Says:
   April 18th, 2008 at 8:07 am

   The words just hide from the light, obsorbed by the night, and saved for another day.