Furch Little Jane Guitar Review/Demo
2 weeks ago
last night
sleep won’t come and
the night gets long the
pillow warm and the changing
thought races seeing
faces running past hearing
harsh words and things to do
and things to remember and
slowly
the lane is turning
pale and the giant
turtle speaks “it depends
on what you seek,” so
i sit on the turtle’s
back as we fly across
the golden checkered hills
soaring above the cherry flavored
clouds diving down to crystal
plains flying farther than i should
and what was it she said i
need to get milk and take out
the trash because the car
payment is due so i turn
the pillow over again and
watch the clock click
half past
two
(C) K. Jay 2009
Labels: poetry
winter
on a busy sidewalk in winter
they see and stop
to say hello and how is your
wife says she and how is your
husband says he and
they share the polite
lies and pause to watch the
people hurriedly walk-
ing around them in
the chilled air
nice to see you she
says and he agrees that
it was but knew it
was not and decides
next time it will be best
to pass
on
by.
(C) 2009 K. Jay