Sunday, April 30, 2006

What's So Good About It

I just want to sleep some more
But the auld dog's howling at my door
I don't even feel that sore
I just want to sleep some more

8 am and it's dark outside
Dry eyes feel so tired
Damn alarm clock just went suicide
This bed's a good place to hide

Such a damn fine place to rest
Her sleeping breath on my chest
The warm curve of her breast
Mmm... this place is blest

Been months since I last saw the sun
It was such a damn fine, beautiful one
She left me in the mood for fun
And I blew the traps like a bullet, like a bullet from a gun

Oh I lived by day and slept by night
Rose each morn as the world grew bright
Glorious sunshine tempered my eternal fight
And I found my purpose in thunderous might

Oh it's the summer
I'm on a runner
I'm feeling just a little bit taller
Since I found the guts to call her

How I'd laugh at the smallest thing
Howl for joy at the coming of spring
In the summer, with the birds I'd sing
And never a thought for what winter might bring

Before I knew it, it was my birthday again
The shadows were reaching deeper, down into the glen
Samhain soon beckoned then
Suddenly, I could see the end

Now, don't get me wrong, I don't hate mornings
But I won't rise, for fear of the hound's growled warning
Already dark clouds are forming
I sometimes lack the most basic yearning

Don't want my feet to hit the floor
Don't want to stand under the shower's pour
Don't want to head for that door
I just want to sleep some more

© John Rogers 2006

1 comment:

MB said...

Reading your poetry was a most unique experience one i am unlikely to ever repeat in my life. Unless of course i take to cleaning my eyeballs with industrial strength bleach and pouring salt on for fun.