Poetry Breakfast (Online) October 2012
While you’re away this time,
and because I can never sleep
when you’re
gone, I’ve had to buy
a big old sack of potatoes
to balance out the
bed.
It’s not the same thing, really
but I have to admit: it’s not too
bad.
Sorry about the sheets.
That meatloaf you made
before you left for the airport
lasted almost
half a week,
then I just started ordering
pizza and Chinese
take-out.
While I waited for your return
I carved a pumpkin. I tried
to
make it happy, but it just
wouldn’t smile. Nobody came.
This morning it’s just me,
up early as usual, with
Jack Nicholson, Five
Easy Pieces,
and the lovely Susan Anspach.
She, too, has beautiful
hair.
I miss you terribly. Please try
to make it home for Christmas.
Bring me someone’s autograph.