I JUST finished typing up my 3:15 poems from this August. This may be a record for me. Usually I finish a few months before the next round.
What was so amazing, though, is I barely remember writing the last several poems. As well, as the month went on I obviously had a harder and harder time staying awake (the writing grew barely legible) and the work got a bit more surreal.
Below is one of my favourite poems from the month. I remember I was reading a dystopian novel at the time where they couldn’t see stars. Stars were the stuff of myths. So, without stars, what would poets compare their lover’s eyes to?
Aug 20, 2010 – 3:15 AM
without the stars the life of us
is a very lonely place of singular
miracles spiders without wings but webs
birds without webs but songs a gravitational
kingdom a jungle-gym dictionary
cats without scales but purrs and claws
seahorses without fur but delicate curls
you without me but lost me without you
but dreaming without windows
sunshine and sunflowers even a moon
even without the stars your eyes
could be compared to sea
shine to dew on glass
to two moons were there
such a thing without the stars
less poetry about the stars
without stars just vastness
chilly witness irritable reality
oh stars oh light
oh look the stars are like