The Rush Of The Write & Wrongs In The Wee Morning Hours, By Window... Poem by Frank James Ryan Jr...fjr

The Rush Of The Write & Wrongs In The Wee Morning Hours, By Window... _____________________________
Who say's Frank James Ryan can't get away
from the Dark, Dead & Dreary for 1 night?

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Why do we write, have me nothing else to do
in our lives that will substitute this rush
besides good, healthy sex after midnight?
You've heard it, I've heard it and then-
we've heard time and time all over again,
by friends, spouses, and that neighbor, ahh, yes...
that neighbor next door, that Nay-Boar,
you know the one who buys the store out of Enquirers
at every Quickie-Mart from Bangkok to Jersey,
and who's silently watching in the wee early hours,
beneath your open Den window, Uh-Huh...
while you peck away on your keyboard
some free-verse or prose,
on your cyber machine, in your low-rise Calvins,
as he crouches on down, with eyes looking up,
as you pen your 5am postings,
while his hell-born tom-cat takes a piss on your lawn,
which of course it must, for if it pissed somewhere else,
how, then, when he's caught,
does he explain why he's there...
under your window, at five in the morning,
if he's not preventing his incontinent cat
from transporting the Yellow River
from China to your garden,
just before sunrise, as you work and you toil
at the one and only thing in your dreaded drone life
that your neighbor and his cat must believe-
is what affords you that pastime rush.

And should this shlitz-for-brains neighbor ever
own-up to his absurd, and bizarre behavior,
beneath my open den window,
(after detangling his cat from a pack of azaleas) ,
and, ask me:
'Yo, man, like, why do you do what you do everyday
in the wee morning hours in the morning of every morning?
I will simply reply-after recommending speech therapy;

It's the only time I have left in my day
after spending the early evening with my ultimate Rush
who seems she enjoys our time, every evening,
as much as I do.

Now, my question for you now that you've been outed,
is what will you, and piss 'n boots do-
tomorrow when you have to play peekaboo and piss
under some other night writers window? !

Some people, Geeesh!





FjR-MMXV





____________Author's Ramble___________
Just a bit of a turn of my usual deck of dark cards...
Levity is my oasis from stress and shelter from the
bombastics of evil...It is also most likely the reason
why I can revel so frequently in a topic such as Death,
and have it not affect, infect, dissect or interject
with the general lighthearted mantra that guides my
real Life, which has nothing to do with what I write
about or how I do so, despite some very unique reports
that have come to my attention from no one important,
for if they were, they'd be worthy of mentioning here.