Friday, April 16, 2010

NaPoWriMo Thursday April 15

Evil and Heart




He used to wake me up at five a.m.,
eight a.m. on Saturday and Sunday.
I’d stare into his eyes and ken that skinflint
angel caressing the most obtuse features
seizing my morning thoughtlessness.

All sorts of miracles occurred throughout
the day, tricks of the heart.  Then
he bought me an alarm.  I knew a rook
had made its nest in his trunk.  It was

as if he’d moved me back and forth
through dosshouses, I couldn’t sleep. 
My friends said I resembled a comma.
That was, of course, until I met Omar. 

He’d call me up at five a.m.,
eight a.m. on Saturday and Sunday,
and grunt like a grizzly bear
without constraints.

My teeth would actually chatter,
and my skin sounded like
roasted, crackling pig.

But my heart never did get over
those everlasting Monday’s when Steve
softly poked whatever cheek he’d chose
to kiss that day and say: honey, wake up!











©  Sergio A. Ortiz, April 15, 2010

3 comments:

  1. Knowledge is a treasure, but practice is the key to it.......................................................

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  2. Thank you! This comment really makes me happy today.

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