Poems Poem by rich soos

can be a real pain
wanting to play hide and seek
when all I want to do is sleep
they peek out and I catch them
and off they run again
twirling in the middle of the room
around and around not drunk
but making me wish I were
so I could ignore their existence

the best worst thing about this
is the guy you just met who said
he read your book and he asks
'it really took you
two years to write this
(expletive deleted) ? '



from The Son is Breaking Through (1992)