june 5th, 2009

and older poem...

time to go to sleep

run toward the funk
run toward the wine
and the cheese
and the black
on black
on black
and make sure to run back 
home
to her
to tangle yourself up
under the sheets
like rotting pretzels
melding together
sleeping in
waking up
with a yawn
a smile
and an offer to cook breakfast
I can only make eggs and bacon
but they're the best damn eggs
you have ever tasted