My Today

(November 2021. This poem isn’t very good, definitely below average, but it was a fun little exercise written on Billy’s front porch couch in LA in response to Tuck’s Today poem and Billy’s Today poem. Consider it a warm-up poem, nothing to write home about. You don’t even have to read it. But I wrote it, and I’m not about to leave it out of the website just cause it’s not as good as other stuff. At this time I was feeling weak and taken advantage of; my body felt awful.)

My today

Today I started today
And not as an extension of yesterday
As often is the case for night owls and poets
Today I started in sleep and did not dream
Until I woke up and dedicated myself to the healing
Of all the debts I have taken out on my body.
How much life is in six eggs seasoned!

I have to take care of myself and
Then take care of my son
Even tho he pisses me off.
He is a bad dog
But a pretty cool dude.
I gave him an egg because I love him.

Billy says But we all have to hatch
So I say we ought to incubate one another,
Make a brood of warm butts for the boys
And spill your sunflower seeds
All over my mind’s valleys and shores.

Somethings are beeping
And I can no longer think