3:07 am

desperation arrives at 3:07 a.m.

 

3:07 am

I’ve been struck by an epiphany.

Pondering the greats of poetry, and in

the throws of deep thought

brought on by the divine wisdom of One

Charles Bukowski,

I realize, while sitting on the toilet

in the fluorescent stark white of my

rest room, removing the corn from

my eight to five, size 6 ½, smallest toe,

I realize, I believe,

I have finally found the answer.

Eureka!

I am not nearly desperate enough.

 

Like a shot to the head, I sit up straight

on my regal throne and look my cat

straight in the eye who has been in

rare attendance for this fascinating act

of toiletry. He realizes that I have

actually noticed his presence and he stares

 back at me in question,

wide eyed and without blinking.

 

He had been here all this while.

Watching intently, for the first sign

of a slip up. In case a stray airborne

clipping or two to chase became available,

maybe some blood would have been

more entertaining, or worthy of such

scrutiny to detail.

So to really f**k with him and in a great

flourish of feline mimicry, I got up

unexpectedly and left the room

turning the light off behind me.

 

It took him a full 3 minutes in the dark

to realize the show was over and the

the curtain had fell , or that he might be

missing out on some other interesting

act to observe, in my desperate hunt

for something to write about. But

obviously he didn’t want to seem too

desperate for some additional  fodder

 for Neruda,

or disgustingly note worthy for

good ol' Chuck.

Reviews

[jusgivit]

i laughed out loud at this robin.. as Diane would say "how funny..and somehow, i know she would be a
chuckie fan..don't you think? What I like about this mad rambling..is how it shows..how much people are alike
" I think chuck..would deem this pretty desperate.. and quite cute!
I love you too.. ohh, and rob. its ok to have a surrogate brother, you sound so apologetic.. I have not been there for you.. and im sorry for that.. but now.. if it's ok.. I want to be your friend. I have changed so much
Rob..its ok to be my sister..I promise
ohh..and the tumble weed thing,, you know.. its all tongue in cheek.. no one has the answers..eh?
and yes its way cool.. we share things in common!

[Ed Hart]

Just in case you think there isn't an old prospector in the back of your poetry cave looking for gold... Here's a nugget! Look-y here! Another 3Am-er knows the sutra for summoning a sleepy Muse (often with help of a cat) and just peeling back the moment and making a poem (a sort of wordagamy) out of seeking the correct level of desperation...Ed

[Michael X]

talk about entrancing thought focus, i felt myself locked on the grip of the flow
3:07....you create a moment of happening, where the environment comes to life,
such an amazing piece, the way your thoughts flow with specific force of focus
has an effect upon the readers mind all its own, and thats before the imagery,
which when combined creates a poetical experience to behold, this is classic in
in meaning, capturing a timeless essence of what the heart defines in momont of
pondering, the absolute humorous intellectual scope of it all is brilliant, this
tickles the readers thoughts with a whimsical talented abstract, insight, concepts
like this are not easy to capture, written with ease, your words flow with colorful
creative precision, this was a fun poem to read, to think of the greats, cheers! mike

[Tomás Ó C..]

Using the jacks, being stared at by a cat... I would have said to it: "Dont you take a crap too?" Quite a concept. I loved the picture!!!