✿ rush hour

A rush of desires greets me every morning, the desire to be
outside in my chair and admire
the plants I put in the ground and watered to their present
state of exuberance, the desire
to fuck the woman I adore to a really indecent
degree, to feel how we fit
like pieces of puzzle, my arms under hers, my chin
on her neck, not to speak—for God’s sake, we’re not
idiots—only we are and that feels good, oh
and the desire to stretch
in the sun and listen
to The Beatles and the birds, the desire
to drink coffee with cream and to write whatever
I want or just to drink the coffee and forget the writing or just to forget the coffee
and drink the writing and to love people I haven’t loved enough yet,
to write poetry The New Yorker
would deem uncouth and unlearned
the same way I judge people in Walmart out of shame, my own shame,
to ooze my love which isn’t mine
like an overly pleased, overripe
peach.

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About nosuchthingasastraightline

I grew up in tiny Lyme, New Hampshire, where I drew, roamed the surrounding woods, and first entertained the idea of God while listening to my mom's Beatles records. I studied biology at Harvard University where I wrote for The Harvard Lampoon and also began writing poetry. I have since made a living variously as a comedy screenwriter, teacher, and private tutor in math, science and writing. I’ve released three CDs of original music as the singer-songwriter and guitar player for Crooked Roads (listen to latest tracks here: https://soundcloud.com/crooked-roads). My poetry writing has been inspired by Rumi, Billy Collins, William Carlos Williams, e.e. cummings, Antonio Machado, Federico Garcia Lorca, and others. My two books of poetry, "The Morning I Married the Sky," and “Free this Morning” are both available on Amazon.
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