4:49pmA Poem by Kenneth The Poet
4:49 am, one of those random times where you don’t
know if you are awake or not, but you are alive as you cradle the smallest of the small to relieve her of her gas issues, and you have to wonder, maybe or maybe not, if the universe was plotting you on this course of action, this trajectory that mimics some kind of weird piece-wise function that appears nonsensical without a polar graph, but it all comes together in a flourish of Pynchonesque prose, the kind where crying has nothing to do with auction houses and auctioneers but with the fact that the universe cast a lucky lot for once, the kind where the constant is actually the square of lucky, and as the little billy goat tries to soothe herself into nodness with the help of tummy time, and as mommy snoozes away in the next room, you realize that this where you were meant to be, a point in a long but finite function called your lifeline or your timespan but it is so good that you want to stay there forever, time has stopped but you fall asleep not long after that and you wake knowing that time’s flown by at the speed of time, and now it’s 4:49pm, she’s asleep again because mom is awake and snuggling her close, another moment perfectly captured family photograph style, immortalized forever while everything else changes yet the memory remains, the memory will always remain in the granite mindsets, always imperative and joyous and the muted trumpet under white plastic casing needs to be tended to time to play the father role again © 2012 Kenneth The PoetReviews
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5 Reviews Added on June 5, 2012 Last Updated on June 5, 2012 AuthorKenneth The PoetBismarck, NDAboutKenneth The Poet is an optimist wrapped in the candy shell of moroseness and cynicism. He lives between the two parallels marked 46 and 49, all while living in the state marked 39. He pretends that he.. more.. |

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