Change
A word, quite frankly, I hope will get someone the presidency.
also, what my internet presence will undergo, but more on that later.
In the meantime, my first commissioned work.
Duvet
Even before memory allows
you kept me warmly through sweet fancy,
through dreary daylight being so nosy,
fended off scary monsters that rouse
amid dirty laundry
I’d rather would not abound.
Is it night or morn? I really don’t know.
All sheathed from the feel of earthly air,
can’t be asked to reckon how i’ll fare;
That cold, hard floor not even my toe
Today, Tonight or Tomorrow
would like to touch.
Except sometimes to eat, get up then,
and for the logical bio needs,
of course, but with so many bad seeds
growing amuck in my mind again,
I’d rather my duvet
smother, numb, and lull me through decay
into nothingness and a cloud of gray.
