November 25: Poetry--Here I Come

I'm in a poetry mood right now.  After spending almost four weeks working on a creative nonfiction essay, I want to work on a new poem.  I have no idea what I'm going to write.  I need to start my Christmas poem soon.  Perhaps that's my next project.

I'm tired.  I'm sitting on my new couch, feet up, reclining.  Not a good position to be in at almost ten o'clock at night.  In between each of my sentences, there is literally a two minute pause.  Pretty soon, I won't be able to even finish a sentence.

Saint Marty needs to go to...Saint Marty is so...Saint Marty needs to...Screw it.  Saint Marty is going to bed.

I know what he feels like...