today's poem is from 1:98
still not feeling like work (which awaits tomorrow) is a great alternative to vacation - but alas ... pay-checks seem to be a rather major necessity.
CALL ME WHEN YOU ARE LONELY
you take yarn from old clothes
rework it into new blankets
call me when you are lonely
when the moon is drunk
over dark fields
& the owl is content
to sit on high posts
& sing of contentment
even though i have sworn off
all pleasures
in this place of simple survival
for you i will make exceptions
the poetry and rambling thoughts of a working class poet
