the rain

early morning thoughts

 

6 A.M. and i gotta pee

i’m dangerously awake

tired, but can’t sleep

this body rests with 2 cats

on each side purring

 

i’m going crazy like only a poet can

these cats are my Prozac

only a man next to me will cure

my A.M. blues

my nighttime fever

 

if i had the quiet content

the loud activity

of a relationship

i wouldn’t be the poet i am

i wouldn’t have this ache, my muse

 

the lost souls

wouldn’t have me

to make them feel less alone

if only for the moments spent reading

my lonely verses

 

i’m feeling like Bukowski

minus the alcohol

like Neruda

minus the love

i’m part realist, part romantic

 

i’m thinking about the guy

with the turntable

how there was a thunderstorm

how he touched my arm

with one finger

 

the small things we remember

i wonder if anyone aches

with thoughts of me

if they remember small things

like my fingers

 

this rain

like little memories tapping

my brain

me, like a boat, ready to sail

i called him

 

he probably won’t call me

his life, probably pleasantly

moved on

like everyone’s does

except for mine

 

and this poem, flowing

is

my

babbling

brook

Author's Note

Listen to the spoken word here: https://soundcloud.com/mzmoonshine/therain

Reviews

[Michael Lasalle]

and this poem, flowing
is
my
babbling
brook "......


cole, theres an amazingly descriptive emotional creativness, combined with
a natural sense of yeaning, a stream of artistry flowing from the depth of mind,
as each word creates a sharp detail toward the overall image, waking thoughts
of life flood in at 2:00 am, now penned through the heart become a sparkling
poetical brook, truly, always a pleasure to read, thanks, peace, mike

[Julian]

Always enjoy your babbling brooks and this is no exception. Julian:)

[Everett DeValle]

Beautiful as ever my friend. ~Ev