don’t lay me down
to sleep
in a quiet room
dark
and serene
teach me to sleep
in a shaky room
where the
railroad trains come by
in the middle of the night
and shake the floorboards
where the lights
flicker
and children
scream
and sirens
blare
one hundred
and fifty degrees
warm
in a bed
filled with bed bugs
and
a nagging lover
i want to be prepared
to dream in a world
where it’s
damn near impossible
to dream.
COPYRIGHT BRICE MAIURRO 2012
READ “SITTING IN YOUR DARK LIVING ROOM WHILE YOU BLOW DRY YOUR HAIR”
It’s an attitude thing that draws me to your poetry…
Thank you! What kind of attitude do you think it is, if I can ask?
Sort of ‘get out there and kick the world in the teeth. This is me, take me or leave me.’
Hey, I think I slept in that room!
haha
I feel like I’m reading a chronicle of a certain type of American life. Whatever it is it’s unmistakably (the images, the rhythm, the mood) American. And it’s a joy to read.
Thanks, Craig. I really try to infuse a certain amount of American culture into my writing, so that comment really makes my day.
this is super awesome. a sense of “prepare me for the worst” and the visual it provides is epic.
Hello Brice! I don’t think it’s the first time you’ve been awarded this but I thoroughly feel you deserve it again! Love your writing! Keep on!
http://patjohnrussell.wordpress.com/2012/12/02/very-inspiring-blogger-award/
Hey, thank you so much. Makes my day.
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