Alphabet Soup

Eating alphabet soup with a straw so you can play Scrabble with the leftovers Lyrics from an obscure band is music to your ears Shaving off the November scruff that was plastered on your face Nightmares are less frequent yet still take their toll Promises that I will wake up - drink some water - and fall back asleep The medication makes my mouth arid spitting out vowels and consonants and shaping them into poems choking on the nouns and verbs that populate my speech patterns laughing to oneself and thinking "Maybe I don't have an accent." Raising one's glass to wish good health to a room full of people whom you cherish breaking down into tears - but you're in the shower - so it all blends in trying to remove the dirt from underneath your fingernails that you have anxiously chewed dancing to a song that has been over for five minutes but the chorus remains in your mind choosing not to look up the lyrics to the songs on your vinyl album holding, breathing, remaining pure to the one young woman whose heart you protect Remembering the words of your late grandfather who told you not to wonder too much - or you'll get lost yet I found the courage to look into the eyes of Death and say "Check Mate." All of my dreams end up with me doing some project and looking down - just to find my exposed body I even watch what I eat before I go to bed - but the raw and gritty details remain to tell the truth - that things are terrific - I'll tell my therapist I was born in the December of '92. Walked this Earth for seven years. Decided I know what I am destined to become. Emerging from a crystalized coocoon. I spread my wings and learn to write Poems about loss, love, and human nature Rearranging the pasta in my bowl to spell out some SAT word I have only used twice in conversation laughing at my grammar, my spelling, and my love of the Oxford Comma. Captializing Words That Don't Need Capitalization because Oscar Wilde and Walt Whitman did it first Taking time to think things through and telling yourself : "You're stronger than you know." My weakness: "Carbs and late-night with Craig Ferguson." My strengths: "I am a writer and a Poet I shall remain." Do we have any more alphabet soup?