This was written yesterday after a long day. First my regular Wednesday shift. Then working on a member of Film Club’s short film script for 2 hours in the afternoon, then 2 hours mentoring a local poet on a dozen poems from a collection she’s trying to work up into submission quality for chapbook-style competitions.
After writing it, I said I’ll just lie on my bed for a second to rest before I come back to set it up/post it on my website. Bwahahahaa. FLW. Of course I was asleep. Before 9pm for goodness sake. When I woke again at 1am I made the executive decision that it could wait till I upload tomorrow’s poem.
how i spent my last day with you
spent all morning watching that door waiting for you to descend those stairs cavort over here & tell me that somehow despite all the odds you do, yes indeed, do in fact love me
Would drive 1250 miles just to fall down * Would cut my hair boring businessman short Would keep losing weight till I was wafer thin Would work whatever godawful job necessary Would bid farewell to family & friends Would sell all my books (well most) Would even give away the dog
If you loved me I would move here between the mountains & the rain Would swap my edge of desert bleak heat dry grass existence For your tropical paradise rednecked cultural desert & assault of green Would learn to be happy here Would start again
If you loved me I would do these things For you
* admittedly I’m not walking as far as The Proclaimer’s boasted they would, but the climactic conditions of Scotland & Australia are very different — though I would be going 250 miles further than they promised if that’s any consolation
The Spartan connection Philip II of Macedon had conquered almost every Greek city-state barring Sparta. He sent a message: “If I invade Lakonia you will be destroyed, never to rise again.” The Spartans reply? “If.”