3:AM - Poems and Stories From the Other Mind

Some readers want comfortable cozy poetry, the kind you read with a cat on your lap. However, 3 AM will snap you out of your comfort zone much like the poet Allen Ginsberg did with his iconic poem "Howl." Robert Frost said, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." The poetry in 3 AM was birthed in the witching hours between midnight and dawn. I hope these poems send you flying around the room again and again and landing in a different perspective.

Excerpts:

The Man in The Moon 1

Who's up at 2 am? The midnight oil has long burned out Sleep and sex roll restless On the worn mattress. Dreams escape the open eyes Shadows rattle the door Three o'clock is the witching hour Red ashes float from the patio Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing. You look away only to look again. You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company And your lilac-scented air could use some funk. But the night won't last a lifetime, so You slip back into your room and wonder, What if there is a man in the moon?

A Good Dog

The neighbor beats his dog at 3am and he don't stop I hear her tail beating the wall and he don't stop She gnaws on his bone and he don't stop All night long she whines and he don't stop Her collar and chain drags the floor and he don't stop She begs at the table and he don't stop She rolls over and plays dead and he don't stop She fetches his slippers and he don't stop She trees his birds and he don't stop She has his puppies and he don't stop All in the wee hours I hear bitch bitch bitch and he don't stop.

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Rafbók: 26 juli 2023