A Sleep/less Night: A-Z poems
Kristopher D. Taylor
Published by Fowlpox Press ©2015 Kristopher D. Taylor ISBN: 978-1-927593-43-1
26 poems written in during a single sleepless night. This collection, as all others are for Kaleigh Maeby, always.
Con/tent(s) ahh bay c(s)ay day euh effe j’zeh hashe ee g’zeeh kaa elle eme enne oo pay qoo airre esse tay uouh vay d(w)ouble-vay ix ee-grek zed
ahh A lonely songbird, perched on the melancholy throne opens her mail w/ a half smiletweeting & twitting as she pleases, but generally only as she pauses be/tween envelopes.
bay Baiting my hook w/ the last of my food, & praying to the good book that I’ll be able to eat some(any)thing any(some)time soon.
c(s)ay Come w/ me, watch drown those un/fortunate beings who dare off/ er their lighter to a man who prefers (M) A T C H E S
day deliver to me a mess/age from god, just be sure to in/ clude his re-turn address for me to keep in my address book be/tween “Gaudier-Brzeska” and “Feringhetti, Lawrence”
euh everyday comes w/ a surprise a bless(ing) and a curse. each surprisea bless(ing) each bless(ing) a curse & each curse a bar of soap.
effe for:ever I long for thee/s lov(ing) e*t*e*r*n*i*t*y for thee/s lov(ing) e*m*b*r*a*c*e among the young & the old stars of our favorite night/s sky.
j’zeh going for the gold comes w/ the bronze & the silver -strings attached-
hashe hi-gh above you there is a star call(ing) your name, &o(w)n-ly mispronounc(ing) it slight-ly.
ee “…i…” (s)he whimpered
g’zeeh just a quick exchange of words befor part(ing) ways & to continue their individual live(s) in private“until next time” “yeah, until next time”
kaa Kidnapped just before dawn & ever(y)one/s very eyes “ladies & gentle-men” (he said) “this is just an ex-ercise” (it wasn/t)
elle Lady in red roam(ing) seem(x)ly float(x) as if drift(x) in an unconscious river/bed that I/m convinced will (n)ever dry up.
emme mothers follow(ing) the ****/s to their child-ren, & their child-ren to the ****/s the HWY none from the ballgame.
enne no no no one
thing (body) trusts the mis-conceptions re/volving a(round) our heads like the earth to our sun, our moon to our earth & so on.
oo “ooh” they said “ahh” they said “boo” they cried & s(he) laugh(ed) perhaps a little too hard at perhaps the wrong time (12/3/6/9)
pay pardon me, I seem to have lost my sense [(com mon) or (otherwise)] somewhere along this wind(ing) street that I use(d) to k-now like the back of my h(&and&)
quu Quest/ion not (me) but! the prince/ss I/m sure they k-now a lot more than silly old me
airre Resort to y(our) old ways in order to result in y(our) standard & familiar stalemate.
esse sounds to me like you (w) (s) -could benifit from this icy bout: but in/stead you in/sist on buy(ing) the gloves rather than sell(ing) them// your am:bition hurts him your am:bience scares him.
tay today is a day
uouh under ink sky you bleed from your sour mind brainwash(ing) the rain in the gutter into aspir(ing) to be more than they [or you or me or you] bargain(ed) for.
vay Vacation to the end of rope [leash] went well enough to do it again next year.
d(w)ouble-vay wish(ing) into a well * * * * * oh well‌
ix XXX I/ve watch(ed) you drink yourself to death on my behalf more than once & I still have trouble forgiv(ing) myself XXX
ee-grek young again [(for a day)] but to(o) old still to hear you sneak into my room as I sleep to wish me sweet dream(s)
zed zoo animals (you)