David A. Schwinghammer
· Soldier's Gap
· Fisher of Men, Chapter 8
· Honest Thief, Tender Murderer, Chapter Eight
· Mengele's Double, Chapter Eight
· Bereavement Blues
· Fisher of Men, Chapter 7
· Speed Dating With 'Janeane Garofalo'
· The Cynic
· Honest Thief, Tender Murderer - Chapter Seven
· Mengele's Double, Chapter 7
· Mengele's Double, Chapter Six
· Bogus Political Cartoons
· The Devil in the White City, book review
· Norse Mythology, book review
· Capitalism, Is This the Best We Can Do?
· Bookworm (book review)
· Band of Brothers (book review)
· WWII Nurses (book review)
· Glory Fades Away (book review)
· Denial Is Not a River in Egypt, George!
· Thomas Jefferson, book review
· Alumni Game
· Girls Who Wear Glasses
· The Do Drop Inn
· Ode to Neve Campbell
· Jacks or Better 101
· Never My Love
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An insomniac suffers through the night.
The lights go out in my dream.
And I lie there awake in the dark.
3:15 blinks red on the orange
crate next to my bed.
A mouse skitters across the floor;
the house groans.
Hot milk scalds; sheep bleat;
their sheep voices
itching and chafing.
Headlights slice the darkness; a
night stalker in search
of lemon chicken. I'm hongry!
I conjure up my barber's
soft, gentle hands.
I pay her extra.
Like a schoolboy, I rehearse
the presidents: Washington,
Adams, Jefferson, Madison, Monroe.
No, not Marilyn.
The red-eyed clock flashes 3:25.
Maybe some music: The Artist
ululating "Purple Rain;" John
Lennon imagining life without Paul.
A spector looms up out of the night
in come-stained boxers: my ambition,
dragging chains like Marley's ghost.
The blood-shot numerals drip 3:35!
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|Reviewed by randy smith
|David, it is 4:os, i got up at 2:30. I think the rooster woke me up.
but that is ok. i just worked on a poem. why can't you just turn the
clock around, and go back to sleep? i'll bet you spilled the hot milk, when you saw marley's ghost. enjoyed the poem. randy