Wednesday, April 2, 2014

Too Tired to Punctuate

This morning
as usual
I stumbled
down the stairs
for coffee
like a heat-seeking missile
if heat-seeking missiles
were slow and wobbly
so not really
like a heat-seeking missile
at all
more like
a caffeine-seeking zombie
if zombies
sought caffeine
rather than brains
not yet fully conscious
not yet able to form
sensible metaphors or similes
it took until the seventh stair
the squeaky one
the one that should get the grease
but no that’s wheels
to register
that it didn’t matter
the squeak wouldn’t wake you
sleeping across town
in someone else’s bed


This is for day #2 of PAD (Poem a Day) or NaPoWriMo (National Poetry Writing Month).  

16 comments:

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    1. That's right. Thanks for always reading, Pat.

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    1. Thanks Kathryn, after reading some comments I was worried it was too sudden a shift from the humor.

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  3. Oops, stepping out, was indeed a surprise!

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    1. Hmmm...I wonder if I should foreshadow that a bit.

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  4. oh, dammit, Mary, had me smiling until the knife got stuck in. wow ~

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  5. I feel like a zombie in the morning too, minus the unexpected twist at the end!

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  6. oh snap,
    did not see that end coming
    ugh...though maybe its for the better
    i hope

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    1. Hey Brian, no worries - this isn't biographical.

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  7. I GET IT. Ha, sometimes I stay away from punctuate purposefully!!

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