Post by rrw on Jan 1, 2012 12:48:41 GMT -5
It’s a shallow night.
No stars no moonlight.
The absolute absence of natural light
streaming through my bedroom window
makes it difficult to think
beyond tablespoon logic
of how the world will change
at the stroke of midnight
or find the right words
to explain what the hell
I mean by that.
The ceiling tiles are hiding
within the stripe shadows
the dance of porch lights
and broken blinds make.
They no longer care if day comes.
Too busy feeling up the potted plants
peeking through the half drawn shades.
And I’ve become a garden gnome... again.
A plastic creature with its paint
peeling off it’s stubby arms and legs.
That stupid half grin on its lips
seems a bit ragged.
Not much fun being a gnome.
Not fun to be alive
but have no life inside.
The extra-bold coffee in my hand
has lost its influence over me
as has the nicotine gum
I’ve grown accustom to chewing.
My eyes no longer care to see the world
beyond my own needs so they move me
forward toward that other life
which can only be lived when they close.
My fingers too have lost their memory.
The metal keys on the keyboard
no longer recognize their touch,
a stranger’s hand tapping at the gray
faces, the black lettering on each
slowly fading away in much the same way
as my will to stay awake evaporates.
Can I make it one more hour?
In sixty minutes or so 2012
will finally be here and all my troubles
will be left behind in that old year which
had never been very kind to me.
Yes all will change in time.
I hope I can stay awake
just long enough to watch it arrive.—rrw 1-1-12
and 
all
time for me 
echoes, hope you all are doing well 
