THE LAST TWO DAYS
Falling asleep reading a book about falling asleep
waking up and reading more
treasuring the thinking dreamtime that happens at 8 o'clock over anything
losing nights-out to it
disappearing from companions becoming
sleepily hermetic
a shadow of a voice they knew now always half lidded
engaging in conversation with a sense of tired duty then shuffling to the nearest
sunny patch of grass or bare mattress
It could be a reaction to the successes of friends or eating too much dairy or just
some kind illness.
I am learning nothing except that
half-dreams are twice as hard to remember.
- sam
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The middle section of the poem is awesome, really really great language--
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disappearing from companions becoming
sleepily hermetic
a shadow of a voice they knew now always half lidded
engaging in conversation with a sense of tired duty then shuffling to the nearest
sunny patch of grass or bare mattress
...
I don't know if this quite makes sense but what I really enjoy about your poems (the three I've read) is that they aren't intimidating at all; they're completely approachable and that makes them feel honest in a genuine sort of way. They're sophisticatedly conversational. It is as if I am talking to you and we are just, you know, shooting the breeze, chatting. ANYWAY, I adore this poem, and your other poems; this what I've really been trying to say.