Upon waking

(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 –

a haze.

I woke up feeling blue,

as Elmore James sang of going back home.

It all seemed relevant,

didn’t it?

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;

changing nothing;

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.

Sometimes

I get lost.

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