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 FRIDAY NIGHT 0035
Dave's said, "goodnight everybody
Craig Ferguson's on"
Sorry Mr. Craig my T.V. watching gone
Time for the silence of the midnight hour
Truth pours penned here in my Southern Tower
Where I become my poet self and write
In the quiet noises of the midnight
As I tell my story
No man marks my territory
The ring on my second finger
Is from a love that stalls to linger
In my brain
Red ink composes verse
Obsessively insane
On this white paper while he sleeps
The college-ruled, blue-lines they disappear
Incessantly, as he will if I keep staying here
Where I will live for God's grace
To bring the morning sun to my face
There will be no tears running down
As I remember the beauty of my town
Wherein, I am proud to live
In which, my little light I give
Sometimes to light another candle
Because for me it's the way to handle
The one who refuses my requests
That he have a home where I'm a guest
Where he waits on me and I relax
Selfishly denied that luxury tax
The poet woman will accept kindness
Get out of his ignorance and blindness
As he says I am his girl
While his bedrooms in Maries's world
Where I am uninvited
Feared, accused of crime and slighted
For fighting for my "so called man'
My "so called" right to take a stand
Past one in the morning now
May this poem teach a lesson somehow
To another fool as though me
If you get a guy with a gal roommate, he isn't free
You'll be in shackles and chain
Condemned of being deranged
Perhaps you will last six months or a year
But the time will come, my lady dear
When you will want him in your bed
As you're wondering in your head
Late at night as you're awake
While he's sleeping in her home to take
All the bonding gained away
The happy music that you play
Turns into a scratchy record skipping
Jealously will have you flipping
As a green frog in the rain
Because no woman can bare the pain
Of a man saying that he's all for this nurse
While he lives with her
Where I'm not allowed as though a curse
Now I'm gone
I will move on
The greatest gift is in my soul
Faith, hope and love in me will roll
No longer want your worn out saddle
Tired of the Marie and Michael battle
I am a circle, a wheel, a sun, a ball again in motion
A mermaid with tail in mouth spinning towards my own devotion.


4/29/2006 0139 cj




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