John Martin

laughing through grad school
(academic stuff) (hints of life beyond
school and work)
(Flying Moose videos, photos, stories, etc.) (observations)
(wake up)
 
We crawl into cold
and desperately hold
our pillows like lovers
we long for.
 
We dream in despair
breathe the evil night air,
sweating under our sheets
like the fever.
 
We spring to alarm
stopping heart, sensing harm
then the weight of the morning
compels us.
 
We wipe out our eyes
to the dark winter skies,
pad the icy tile floor
to the bathroom.
 
We wake in the tub
to the wet greasy rub
of a body wash reeking
like flowers.
 
We sigh like shampoo
rinsing thin lukewarm goo
down our backs slow
to pool at our ankles.
 
We dry off the steam
with the terrycloth team
and we shiver in front
of a mirror.
 
We makeup ourselves,
place fears on clean shelves,
fix our faces with smiles
and mint toothpaste.
 
We sleep through the days
in a fog-ridden haze
of missed moments
and lost obligations.
 
We slide into night,
TV flickering light,
and the news we neglected
to think of.
 
We crawl into cold
and desperately hold
our pillows like lovers
we long for.
 

-john martin 1999