– Colin James
We have been waiting
in this hunter’s blind
since before 2 a.m.
Invisible to the wildlife or
they give us a wide berth.
We have tried to adhere to silence
pissing into a muffled trough.
Turns out, I don’t have sleep apnea
or even a very mild form of it.
Sat up when spoken to,
still lost very little weight.
Lay off the sidearm curve
instead bring the heat.
As regards to nectar, no
not even to keep warm.
These decisions have
already been made for us,
like kissing me good
night and good morning
to be absolutely certain.
The flowered blouse endangered
like the Marsh Sparrow
shoulders some responsibility.
Innocence has become vague.
My 2 a.m. wake up call
delivered with personal diplomacy,
you catch little naps when able.
The late bus won’t wait.
Back row seating is preferable,
scorned by the many clear thinkers
usually a space exists between.
Sleep is the odd one out
mistaken for thoughtfulness.
Daylight brings a graffiti blur,
the ectoplasm vomit of art.
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Colin James has a couple of chapbooks of poetry published. “Dreams Of The Really Annoying” from Writing Knights Press and “A Thoroughness Not Deprived of Absurdity” from Piski’s Porch Press, and a book of poems “Resisting Probability” from Sagging Meniscus Press.
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The poem appeared in our April 2021 Issue.
Submissions open for June 2021 Issue.