Sunrise at the Cock and Cooter Motel
by Mathew Paust
Strange how meridian angles
can play such a hand
‘twixt basic splendor
and civil ennui.
can play such a hand
‘twixt basic splendor
and civil ennui.
Night owl, she
while morning
rouses
the sensual in me.
Mismatched rhythms
a marriage can strain
but these cheap rented sheets
at dawn set me free.
OMG...I was eating my cereal and blew milk thru my nose...
To quote a friend: he he he
Proof that you should write more poetry.
Thanks, Sam, but my poems are like cats. Call them and they ignore you, ignore them and they're soon seducing your ankle.
Yes. More. *
You are free, Mathew. Pour the bourbon.*
Hot stuff, Mathew. *
Well. I see. Good to know. *
There's apparently a book out about day and night libidos, Dianne. I haven't read it, but I'm a pretty good guesser.
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