Monday, November 30, 2015

Night Chill


My anomalous mind one day
Concludes it has thought as much
Poetry as it could, or as much
About a certain person, or as
Much about a certain person
Given how much I know or
How much I feel,

Or how much I’ve progressed
Or degenerated in the throes
Of longing.  They have read
Everything I’ve had to say
Thinking now perhaps I’ll say
It again and again for the
Words throb in my aching

Mind waking me when the
Night is in its deepest chill;
When I’ve fought, twisting and
Turning on the floor and my dogs
Have moved away from each side
Till I rise, pull the shade and
Verify that darkness has opened wide.

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