peoem 8

something about caps lock just turns me on.

CAPABLE

walking to school
cold frosty gray morning
where she hit me like
my homework late at night

i wanted to stop and cry
just go to sleep
wake up and go back
to waking up happy

i love you and you love me
at five in the morning
wondering how night turns to day
and day turns to night
all between eggos and pumpkin pie
the old man is snoring

or those pyajama boys
with their long forgotten tunes
of flowers and misty mondays
weeping for a weekend gone too soon

the wind was cold, it
hit me like homework that i didn't do yet
which was okay --
make up work is better than no work
so i'll do it today.

or maybe i was just hot,
watching everyone in their cars,
tears rolling down my face
they were evaporating; or freezing;
i was the only one out of place.

i saw their smiles,
those smiles of yesterday,
and kept on wishing and wishing and wishing:
and-: wake up,
your old man is snoring.