tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post663158106345070392..comments2023-10-28T03:14:44.519-07:00Comments on Calhouns Can(n)ons: Your Sunday PoemNewsstandGreghttp://www.blogger.com/profile/04099049885765768069noreply@blogger.comBlogger1125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-13758431.post-76768726609788337462010-07-18T09:22:58.036-07:002010-07-18T09:22:58.036-07:00One poem a night before bed
You return to the hot...<b>One poem a night before bed</b> <br /><i>You return to the hotel <br />Exhausted, disoriented.<br />the bed catches your knees as you fall back<br />the switch was on the wrong wall<br />you blink <br />once to see the light in the hall<br />You blink again<br />To see the red alarm eyes<br />furiously blinking back<br />your arm like a heavy log <br />you set the alarm for an early awakening.<br />Some still number appears <br />“good enough”, sigh<br />A thought lumbers in <br />"undress before peeling back the covers”<br />Then no thought, curtains fall.<br />You are conscious of light.<br />Monochrome blocky shapes announce morning<br />as you move, a crinkle <br />a sensation reminiscent of pain <br />you reach back <br />something strange, a patch<br />on the back of your head, alien, sticky<br />warm with your blood.<br />your hand comes back into squinty view <br />coagulated index and thumb, a dark substance between.<br />Stuck to the back of your head <br />Like a poem read before bed<br />unfinished poem, undigested<br />It has begun its insidious work.</i><br /><br />Those hotels should really set a policy to have those squares put on a napkin on the bedside table. Whoever thought of putting those things on a pillow , very unhygienic.Alon Perlmanhttps://www.blogger.com/profile/00155776897189144501noreply@blogger.com