3AM - Poems and Stories From The Other Mind

Some readers find comfort in poetry that feels as easy as a cat on the lap. But some poems rocket you out of your comfort zone. They have the audacity to get in your face and shake your rump up. Robert Frost said, "Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words.The poems in 3 AM were birthed at that hour, or in the witching hours between midnight and dawn. I hope these poems lift you from the pages or pixels on your screen and send your heart flying around the room.

Excerpts: The Man in The MoonWho's up at 2 am?
The midnight oil has long burned out
Sleep and sex roll restless
On the worn mattress.
Dreams escape the open eyes
Shadows rattle the door
Three o'clock is the witching hour
Red ashes float from the patio
Eyes across the courtyard catch you breathing.
You look away only to look again.
You know the lonely mattress would enjoy the company
And your lilac-scented air could use some funk.
But the night won't last a lifetime, so
You slip back into your room and wonder,
What if there is a man in the moon?

A Good DogThe neighbor beats his dog at 3am
and he don't stop
I hear her tail beating the wall and he don't stop
She gnaws on his bone and he don't stop
All night long she whines and he don't stop
Her collar and chain drags the floor and he don't stop
She begs at the table and he don't stop
She rolls over and plays dead and he don't stop
She fetches his slippers and he don't stop
She trees his birds and he don't stop
She has his puppies and he don't stop
All in the wee hours I hear bitch bitch bitch and he don't stop.

LOVE DOCTORThat Doctor ain't got no license
He practice love on the bootleg side
Aint got no license
Steals hearts just to get to the ass
When he done got through
You say, Lord my name Skinny Roo
Love you so hard you change your name
You can't sit down for days
You dance all around the moon Singing Al Green tunes
Love and happiness Three days later you touch your cold phone
Look up in the mirror and your heart be gone
You call them digits that doctor wrote down
Ain't no such number in town.
That doctor aint got no license
Lord that doctor aint got license
There you go trippin out to the graveyard
Looking for some kind of heart to fill up
The hole in your breast
Lord, Lord. That doctor aint had no license at all
You got your 45 just in case
You run into that no-license son of a bitch
Love and happiness make you do wrong
All night long.

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