Broken-down thoughts.
George MacDonald said, “Poetry is the highest form of the utterance of men’s thoughts.” Sometimes when I’m thoughtful and pensive and nostalgic and lonely and upset I write poetry.
1.
I told God to sleep
On the couch. Tonight
I’ll sleep alone with the comfort
Of my comforter.
I’ll let God
Sweat it out
And wonder why
I am so pissed at him.
He’ll think
About what he did: did he
Tell a crude joke or say
Something rude about my hair?
When he asks (and
He will ask)
I’ll tell him
It’s nothing.
And it’s nothing. God,
I’m fine. I’m fine,
Really. Just don’t
Come back to bed.
*Update 9/29/2010
September 25, 2010