This was the first poem I performed live, back when I was living with Josh Inman who dragged me along to the infamous Bad! Slam! No! Biscuit! at the Phoenix Pub in Canberra. It was very well received. Perhaps I should have quit while I was ahead...
I am getting up later in the day When the sun is firmly lodged within the sky And the remnants of the nighttime rainfall Have long since vanished. What reason can I conjure up or say To justify my prolonged languishing Is not the warmth of my soft mattress Good reason enough? I cannot blame the winter morning's cold That casts the air as sharp as tempered steel And hardens up the blades of grass That crack underfoot. Nor can I be so forward or so bold To speak of fears of howling, bitter winds That press against blue-lipped tired faces Of pedestrians. No mental bonds restrain me to my bed; I am happy, depressive thoughts are gone. The choice is mine to leave my slumbered pose And go face the world. No. What keeps me here today is your fair head Laying gently upon my naked chest And as your eyes open up, I smile. The day can wait. Comments are closed.
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