Rod Stewart sang it. My parents said it. My roommate played it. My husband tried it. The marathon requested it. So, here goes… “Wake up, Maggie, I think I got something to say to you.”
Category: Miscellaneous
“You connect to your fans, like stars to a night’s sky.”
“ You connect to your fans, like stars to a night’s sky.” You connect in the eyes of a fan waiting in line with me at Meet & Greet. It’s her first time meeting you and I encourage her to go to more shows….
now…
come on come on wipe the sweat so close don’t pay any mind dear it’ll be okay what are a few minutes dark bathroom pirate what is it all for?? huh? come on come on come on so close dont slow now
ode to nicotine
now! what a splendid little thing to take the buzz and ache away pause the gears and allow for a total meltdown of the senses i know this is danger this is stupid frilly fun but once you’re locked in there’s not getting off the…
Jumping, frying hot hot hot
Canadian Bacon past the sizzle Jumpin round my pa Going to scorch my tongue Before it is all done. Coffee hot and burning up my cup. Soaking in darken stained rings Gotta drink that up. Kids screaming running Bursting from their pods. Searching for pancakes…
Wake up | Surya T | Poetry Marathon Poem 22
The end is near just a few more hours left to go you’ve done a lot so far and it’s the last leg of the journey I get the exhaustion of your body I understand your brain wanting to rest But within a few hours,…
Hour 10: The Crows and Rooks
“Crows and rooks are rather clever birds, Forever discriminated, as stupid and gratuitous, Because of their colour, Yet, I fail to see how their colour, Defines their worth, For they are incredible specimens, And are far from being redundant.
hour 22 to wake me up
if i keep my fingers moving for a few minutes i will keep my eyes from closing, creating words instead of a jumble of letters filling the glowing square with nonsense or a language of my subconscious i never knew i knew. pretty sure…
Ode to Big Bertha – Hour 21
$1000 in hard earned cash My first car My freedom My way out 1972 Chevy Impala
Poem 22: A Tribute to Maya Angelou “Slow Drag”
Futile attempts to break The wind in its land of nooks and crannies. Our dreams dictated by news that shakes rattled and helpless except to be. Endurance Survival Walking, talking Amidst rumours The drag of our day is a celebration, though We might not…