(This is another found poem from the Brother word processor years of 1995 – 1999. My guess is this was written towards the first half of that period.)
I woke this morning
from a year long sleep.
Now I rest no more.
I woke up from a midnight clear.
I woke up in a daze –
I woke up feeling blue,
as Elmore James sang of going back home.
It all seemed relevant,
Didn’t it all seem grand?
A day like no other.
A day in the sand.
At the beach.
What a peach…of a day.
A fucking peach of a day.
I sat up all hours thinking of everything;
just sitting her alone in deep thought.
I don’t know how to explain it
I can’t really tell if it is working at all.
How would I know?
Who the hell really cares?
I don’t know
I get stuck down in things I can’t explain.
I get stuck in the middle of nowhere.
I get stuck in the middle of thought.
I get lost.