grandiloquence

lonely in the land of dreams

 

3am I awoke from a dream

I was speaking loquaciously

Ebonics

slang

and gibberish

the Latinas were perusing into my mouth

as a youthquake was erupting from it

 

i also dreamt about my mother

doing laundry

i was dolorous, nearly

throwing myself at her ankles

weeping at the edge of a bed

“Please don’t leave me

no one will ever love me like you”

 

the clock ticks from 3 to 4

i attempt to ameliorate my existence

filtering memories through my mind’s eye

maneuvering past the beyond painful

waiting for my deus ex machina

to move like august through my door

and deliver plentitude

 

who do i call at 3:17?

who cares if i’m wide awake?

who will walk with me

in the quiet of the past midnight air?

where’s my benison in human clothes

to move me from this quiescent state?

 

i’ve become a sinuous creature
esurient for our basic needs

i’m a wanderer

seeking

the lotusland

expressing to you in sotto voce

 

 

i want love

Author's Note

did this poem make you pull out the dictionary?

Reviews

[SweetPeachesAlways]

Just for a couple but I'm thumbing through right now! And I love the flow and dynamics of it...lol

[DUALFISH320]

i really like this one and you can always call me at 317

[Everett DeValle]

LOL, loved this. Where's my dictionary, dang. You are too awesome of a writer. ~Ev

[G. Cedillo]

yep, it did actually - the good ol' dictionary.com was by my side for some of these lines - thanks for the push in the right direction, love learning things
a good line here: "who do i call at 3:17?"
something that always keeps me up nights wondering, who is my 3am person...?
keep writing, i'll keep reading
.g .