Monday, February 13, 2006

3 a.m.

Where’s the world at 3 a.m.,
when my eyes pop open
responding to a bladder,
that won’t allow
my last beer before bed,
the dignity
to sleep the night through;
when my arthritis
plays pinball with my
knees and elbows,
scoring double points,
and an extra ball
for striking all four at once;
when I slide my hand
across satin sheets to find comfort
in the touch of your warm skin,
only to be reminded
you’re sleeping
with someone else,
in another world at 3 a.m.

(all rights reserved Pat Paulk 2006)


Anonymous said...

You stole another muse again, didn't you? Because all your new stuff is gooooooood.:)

Shane said...

alas those cold empty sheets

Pat Paulk said...

Thanks Aa & Shane!

ulrike gerbig said...

i really like your poetry and your blog.

thanks for sharing!


Pat Paulk said...

Ulrike, your most welcome, thank you!

Nea said...

Didn't know whether to laugh or cry, sadly enough, I could relate.

Pat Paulk said...

I feel like crying at 3 a.m.! Thanks for reading!

floots said...

this one is very close to home
(which made me like it all the more)