This is the day.

The smooth expanse of supple black leather that is my desk,
like a stretched and scraped skin left to dry and shine,
the biggest man you ever saw.
And the to-and-fros of bobbing heads from my window.
Tree branches like fingers
groping for that yellowing golden noose
of lamplight.

These are all I have left,
these and my old worn cassette player.
We had good times.

Perhaps I should eat a slice of butterless toast
and go dance new-born in the rain.
This is the day I forget about you.



  1. zaphodfreek · March 8, 2007

    What title do you think?

  2. Lola · March 9, 2007

    Very nice. For a title, I like “This is the day.”

  3. vesper · March 16, 2007

    i like “yellow golden noose of lamplight.”

    very nice, friend. 🙂

  4. zaphodfreek · March 16, 2007


  5. slynne · March 19, 2007

    This is very lovely. I prefer this is the day, like lola.

    I like the toast line!

  6. tomachfive · March 21, 2007

    Inanimate friends when real ones are not around. Sounds nice.

  7. zaphodfreek · March 21, 2007

    Thanks slynne. I like it too so that is what it SHALL be called.

    And thank you to you too Tom, for the comment.
    I’m glad it’s being read.

  8. tomachfive · March 22, 2007

    Nothing like a breeze of poetic jewelry of yours to rejuvenate the soul, the flickering fountain of youth where you don’t have to get far. Peace, brother.

  9. zaphodfreek · March 26, 2007

    Ah wow.
    I am honestly blushing.

  10. afternoonbeauty · March 28, 2007

    Gorgeous. Hits close right about yesterday. Or is it today? Do I have to decide?

  11. zaphodfreek · March 28, 2007

    No deciding necessary.
    That’s the beauty of it. It could be everyday.

  12. Austin of Sundrip · March 31, 2007

    My gracious. I love it. I’m speechless. Between you, “theair” and a few others I could spend the whole day looking at poetry blogs sitting speechless and many times breathless. You guys are good.


  13. zaphodfreek · March 31, 2007

    Thanks Austin.
    I very much appreciate.

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