throwback poem: The 'e' and 'r' in early

In light of my recent visit to the hospital, I thought about my last one at 4 A.M. I like this one because it shows how you can put yourself together and be so calm in chaotic times.

The ‘e’ and ‘r’ in early

There’s an e and r in early

And writhing in pain is one thing

I feel like one of those girls

I’m made to sing about

Hanging around street corners

In the drizzle

Singing out “Love for Sale”

I like people

But isolation is beautiful

Stray cars

Faint music from

one of the ramshackle

houses

Street lights

And streets

That shine like silver

Like the neglected girl

In Les Mis.

Lots of songs…

About hos and miscreants

Pain in beauty

Beauty in pain.