38 Pinnacle
38 Pinnacle Drive
Port Jefferson
By Michael Domino
38 Pinnacle Drive
Port Jefferson
By Michael Domino
11:13 PM
All lights in apartments are dark
As I drive up to 38 Pinnacle.
How do they all get to sleep so early?
They must take sleeping pills.
I turn on the dryer to dry this morning’s damp load
and the tumble secures me
and the dishes go into the dish washer
and now the kitchen is coming alive again.
38 Pinnacle is waking up while all others dream… la dee da la dee da.
A poem must be written here this night
or it will evaporate into the waste land of unwritten poetry
or half-written poetry and
I can't allow this to go that-a-way la dee da tonight.
I won’t curl up in the fetal position on my futon
and cover my ears with two throw pillows
like I did last night to keep the poems inside my head.
No, I think not.
The fetal position is such a temporary sanctuary
from the blowing wind of the night,
so I count to ten and jump out of it and get moving.
So I play some rock and roll and sip a glass of white wine
as the dryer dries and the dishwasher washes
and the little keys of my hand-held computer click away
and this is what it's like to write poetry at 38 Pinnacle.
All lights in apartments are dark
As I drive up to 38 Pinnacle.
How do they all get to sleep so early?
They must take sleeping pills.
I turn on the dryer to dry this morning’s damp load
and the tumble secures me
and the dishes go into the dish washer
and now the kitchen is coming alive again.
38 Pinnacle is waking up while all others dream… la dee da la dee da.
A poem must be written here this night
or it will evaporate into the waste land of unwritten poetry
or half-written poetry and
I can't allow this to go that-a-way la dee da tonight.
I won’t curl up in the fetal position on my futon
and cover my ears with two throw pillows
like I did last night to keep the poems inside my head.
No, I think not.
The fetal position is such a temporary sanctuary
from the blowing wind of the night,
so I count to ten and jump out of it and get moving.
So I play some rock and roll and sip a glass of white wine
as the dryer dries and the dishwasher washes
and the little keys of my hand-held computer click away
and this is what it's like to write poetry at 38 Pinnacle.
© 2007 by Michael Domino
