Early Morning Grey (it doesn’t) Matter
by El Jardinero Zurdo, June 11, 2006
This confused morning, I eat a sad mosquito
and watch a tree fluff trying to mate with
one of its kind: suspect it’s life.
Pathetic, funny at times, but grey. That’s my banana.
This sad morning, I suspect a tree fluff
and eat one of my kind — trying to watch
life mate with my banana.
Funny, grey at times, but confused. That’s a pathetic mosquito.
This pathetic morning, I mate with one of my kind
and suspect life of trying to eat
my banana. Watch — a funny mosquito?
Grey, confused at times, but sad. (That’s a tree fluff.)
This funny morning, I watch life
and mate with my banana trying to suspect
a grey mosquito. Eat a tree fluff.
Confused, sad at times, but pathetic. That’s one of a kind!
This grey morning, I eat my banana
and watch a confused mosquito trying to mate with
a tree fluff — suspects it’s one of its kind.
Sad, pathetic at times, but funny. That’s life.
welcome back…. :)
Thanks! Now I need to get my act (or other three-letter “a” word) in gear and get some pictures up from the trip to Spain (especially Ibiza and Bilbao).
For this poem, I was inspired by the semi-conscious state that early mornings visit upon me. I was also inspired by the Oulipo — though I made up my own constraint. (More info on Oulipo here for English-speakers.)