- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Things to Do on Tuesday
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Click hereStart your car.
Go to work.
Get caught in traffic jam.
Try to pretend you’re not
looking at the Route 1
traffic psychos screaming road rage
through rolled up windows,
car doors locked.
Wait for the elevator.
Say “Hello, Hello, Good Morning.
I’m fine. How are you?”
Get off on the third floor.
See a friend you love,
but are unable to connect
with because the vast gulf
of this building and daily drivel,
pass between you, making a soup
of fog too thick to cross.
Turn on the light, the computer.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Have conversations.
Go to meetings.
Curl yourself up
to hide from the artillery
of petty attacks. Next time
it might be you.
Eat lunch.
Tap. Tap. Tap.
Three o’clock. Staying calm.
Drink cold water, yawn,
stretch, go to the bathroom.
Leave office. Start your car.
The traffic psychos are looser
now, swaggering. It’s Miller time.
Home. Dinner.
Pay a bill. Fight about money.
Clean a spill, read a story,
give a bath, call Mother,
kiss a boo-boo.
Get in bed and think
about how much you love
that bed, pillows so soft
and compromising.
Open a book, dive in
to the refreshing words.
Remember your name,
remember who you are
just so you can willingly
lose yourself, float
through another world
until someone says
“Aren’t you ever going to turn off the light?”
And you do.
And you try to sleep.
- COMMENTS
Sappholoversover 19 years agoThey say Los Angeles traffic is the worst...but in my memory, it's Route 1 (and Route 22). This poem stirred memories of my many times retreating into words and books while living in NJ. (p.s. "Why Jazz" was very cool too.)
Tathagataover 19 years agothis feeling all to well.
And when you lay it out like this...you realize how little time you have to be " you" and to feed your soul.
Which makes You all the more amazing
; )
Thank you
BooMerengueover 19 years agoYou'll think I'm crazy- I wish my Tuesday was so mundane. You presented yours beautifully- I could see you in your cubicle, longing to stand up and yell something poetically erotic (or erotically poetic!)across the room! Thanks...
PS
"Love... love me do!(bum bum)
You know I love you!(bum bum)
I'll always be true!(bum bum)
So plee ee ee ease..... Love me do!"
It was always Ringo!
Anonymousover 19 years agoOkay, since there are no comments here as of yet...
"Start your car.
Go to work.
Get caught in traffic jam."
This sounds like Monday - Thursday, for me. It is good that there is still places to get lost in such as a book or a conversation (Amazingly enough, I'm keeping my thoughts clean here).
"Get off on the third floor.
See a friend you love,
but are unable to connect
with because the vast gulf
of this building and daily drivel,
pass between you, making a soup
of fog too thick to cross. "
I had a little trouble with this stanza above because of your line break, in line #3?I think it's that "with" on line #4. Maybe break after "with" for line #3 and replace "because" with "as" instead on line 4?
Just my thoughts ;) Remember, I read aloud with a Cajun accent. lol
Any way, I really enjoyed this poem because I can identify with it. You did a wonderful job?your voice is so very strong.
Thank you ;)
