THOUGHTS OF A POET IN THE RAIN

Decided to get some coffee then come back and edit. So here’s the new version.

AND FOUND SHE’D MOVED

Feb. 24, 2012

Copyright Gordon Kuhn All rights reserved.

Poet in the Rain, Alpaca Junction, Inc.

You toucha my poem, I breaka you face.

I woke up on a Monday.

Yeah, Monday knows the score.

I stared at the white of the ceiling high above the floor.

Yeah, like there ain’t no more Monday’s to come.

Come sing my song. Let life flow. Let it go! Let the world go.

On Tuesday, I thought of the weekend before

And of all the weekends that passed in many a score.

On Wednesday, I picked up the guitar and played one note,

One note to say, I was awake and alive and then went out the open door.

Come and sing my song. Let life flow.

On Thursday, yes, on Thursday I said hello to the new lady livin’ next door.

First time I did it, then wondered if I should have did.

Friday I woke up, uh huh, woke and found myself layin’ on the floor.

Or is that lying on the floor, damn if I know.

I just know where I was,

Starin’ at the ceiling high above the floor.

Seems like I been layin’ there once’t before.

And there’ve been times in my life when I didn’t

I didn’t know where t’was. You know what I mean?

Come sing my song. Let life flow. Let it go! Let the world go.

On Saturday, the dog had to pee.

Seems strange, did she go before?

And so we went with the flow.

Wandering around in the snow.

Snow?

Wake up boy, you’re in Florida.

Let it go! Let the world go. Come sing my song. Let life flow.

Sunday, hmm, s’pose I should go to church. Mmm. Hmm.

Nope not ‘less they let me lead the choir.

I’d be good at that. Come sing my song.

Back to Monday, yeah, Monday, don’t ya know. Was cold.

Bones was all feeling stiff and old from laying on the floor.

Gas stove not putting out any heat. Made some coffee to share.

Went walking across the hall lookin’ for some warmth.

Knocked on my neighbor’s door.

And found she’d done moved.