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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)


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