Evening Poems…or two poems and a thought.

The Two Poems:

the lazy lover

“then strike me down

blade out my heart

if I am not to find my love,

if I am to live in this world without her”

the young man screamed to the world

so the world sent a young woman

she approached him calmly

she unsheathed a blade

touched his shoulder

and cut out his

heart

and said

“if you are not man enough

to wait, to search,

to find me

and save me

from the loveless world you speak of

then you

do deserve

to be stricken down

you

with all your

cheap moaning”

the wolf & the sleeping deer 

some women like a rough man

they like the feeling

that the wolf only allows the deer

to sleep by him

both knowing

he could

eat her

at any time

The Thought:

Better to be foolish from happiness than foolish from unhappiness.

From the book, Let The Poets Come & Stop Me.

Poem of the Day: Boston

Boston

when I travel

people ask me what it’s like to be from Boston

well, I would describe it as

after working a twelve hour hard shift plus commute,

to trying to park your car for an hour

but the only spot available is a handicapped space

or a loading zone

or an entire block is blocked off for construction

then you see someone pulling out, but they’re really pulling in

then it’s valet

then it’s resident

then it’s too small

then it’s okay, but at 5 AM it isn’t anymore

then you see one

a real one

but that’s not one

but wait there’s one

but when you pull into it,

you don’t get happy

you just glare at it

cause everyone

and everything

is against you

The above poem Boston is from the book Biting Lightening, Bloody Mary available here and at interpunk.com.

Here are two excerpts from The Gypsy Mile reading vol. 1. Both volumes of The Gypsy Mile reading are available on davidmcwane.com, CD Baby & amazon.com

Voodoo Doll

The Flicks

Evening Poem:

why do you drink coffee at night, doesn’t it keep you up?

because, while I’m at work

I think about all the amazing things

I will do

once I get home

but once I’m home

after the traffic

prepare, eat and clean up dinner

flip through the mail

pay the bills

care for my love

and all the little this’s and that’s

that drain our hours

I’m too tired to do anything else

so I make a pot

I stay up late and

don’t get much sleep

because if I don’t

push it

if I don’t give it all I have

now

then sooner

than I think,

they

will

have all of me

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From the book, ‘Let The Poet’s Come & Stop Me available on davidmcwane.com & interpunk.com