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Wednesday, July 20, 2016

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #379 - Waking am/pm - Writerly Wednesday

Hey, Mom! Talking to My Mother #379 - Waking am/pm - Writerly Wednesday

Hi Mom,

Liesel and I both had trouble waking up this morning, and we are not sure why. We dozed through repeated plays of her alarm, which is the song "Nothing's Gonna Hurt You Baby" by Cigarettes After Sex.

Still, sleepy and sluggish all day.

Works is the siren call I hear, so just the poem.

Okay, one comment, I like the ending. I feel endings are my strength. But much of the rest is not my best work, though I am amused by inventing the words "furz" and "furzle."

Writing used to be fun. I still have that fun from time to time.

waking am/pm

myopia worsens in the morning
when I explore rites of passage
in a half-dream:
alarm, stumbling, shower,
razor on my tough hide.
re-birth furzles like a red balloon.
performing morning aerobics in step
with the morning word:
furz: to fray at the edges.
sleep weds the daylight.
by the first gleam of pre-
noon hours, re-
birth lolls and gags
beside the yawning petals
of an old eiderdown.
the van delivering my renewal
broke down again, the white
package knotted with sugar string
lying on the seat, the meter
running, stranded in the maze
of a Brooklyn thoroughfare.
of the same excuse --
pleading a life malfunction;
an unaerobicizable glitch in bio-
rhythms causing life's traffic jams.
the gauze tucked under the bed
clings to my fraying edges
as I stumble to shower; filtering, bluely,
through breakfast with the coffee grounds.
the gauze holds -- stretching --
burnt toast stench cannot
unfasten its tensile fabric.
harnessed by gauze I drag the room away --
screaming taut -- my oxen plow --
until I step on the six train
and the door snaps the gauze free
plummeting me away from the quick-order-
counter of renewal
into the scrambled morning,
and the over-easy day.

-christopher tower
8702.17 / 8704.21


Reflect and connect.

Have someone give you a kiss, and tell you that I love you.

I miss you so very much, Mom.

Talk to you tomorrow, Mom.


- Days ago = 381 days ago

- Bloggery committed by chris tower - 1607.20 - 10:10

NOTE on time: When I post late, I had been posting at 7:10 a.m. because Google is on Pacific Time, and so this is really 10:10 EDT. However, it still shows up on the blog in Pacific time. So, I am going to start posting at 10:10 a.m. Pacific time, intending this to be 10:10 Eastern time. I know this only matters to me, and to you, Mom. But I am not going back and changing all the 7:10 a.m. times. But I will run this note for a while. Mom, you know that I am posting at 10:10 a.m. often because this is the time of your death.
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