Okay, so now I need to go back and look at that poem and see if I want to make any last minute changes. I also adjust the wording a little bit because wording really does matter to some extent (at least that’s how I feel). Maybe I’ll add that punctuation that I am oft too lazy to add. This has been a look at my “fascinating” editing process and I suppose that’s all I have to say for the time being. I can’t say this particular poem would ever win any awards. It’s not spectacular. But (as “always“) it’s pretty great. So, do your self a favor and enjoy it.
As my alarm clock rings,
i am not the least bit alarmed
but am I ready to leap out of bed?
should i leave my comfy bed-
in which i lie or should i come clean?
i scrape the crust from my eyes
liberate my body from my
seemingly sometimes suffocating sheets
or shall i stumble around
with friends or foes
Should I leave this house to scorn among streetlights
to see sights unable to be unseen
stare into the face of public indecency
experience the ear shattering cries of infancy
or would i run all the way (half way) back
home: to live, laugh, love, or lust
shall I simply stay in bed
and stare at the ceiling
marvel at the stains and wonder
how did they get there?
something to do with a light switch…?
I could sit inert and ensconced
upon this mattress in all its fortitude
or the world outside could wait…
Okay. So, that’s the end of that unless it isn’t for some reason. Ummmm… Maybe I’ll do one more draft. Thinking of making it longer I am. No. That’s it. I’m done. It’s time to move on. Goodbye.