I
tried to go down but the elevator went up—
that’s
not my gripe! You probably noticed
the
plaster in my hair? I didn’t put no plaster in my hair!
When
I woke up this morning it was bright outside.
All
the little song sparrows was in the same little tree
as
if the tree was jabbering & flapping on its own.
‘All
right!’ I thought. ‘Yessir!’ I thought.
‘Today’s
the day!’ I thought. ‘Been waiting!’ I thought.
‘I
got my whole life in front of me!’ I thought,
lying
there, in bed, glistening in my own glory
when
the very peacefulness of my vision tore & the very
concepts
of foundation & solidity tore in two &
the
gut-damn ceiling came down—WET—all over me!
The
hell is a Man if all I’ve got . . . is a Complaint!
[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #28.]
[NaPoWriMo Sonnet #28.]
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