The best

April

17th

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”

bikesgonewild on April 17th, 2008 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…
bikesgonewild on April 18th, 2008 2:36 am

…in retrospect, my rhyming meter sucks…

…but i stand by my intent…

…pure unfettered yet deserved insult…
Mel Storozynsky on April 18th, 2008 6:23 am

Yes, my “greatest novel in the history of literature!” has disappeared many times in that undertow of waking consciousness.
John C on April 18th, 2008 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”
dafew on April 18th, 2008 7:41 am

It didn’t disappear… that was the best I have read in a while.
Joe on April 18th, 2008 8:03 am

I am NOT FAT I’m a sprinter!
Nigel Ashton on April 18th, 2008 8:07 am

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