Nancy Jones Poet Prose Poetry

What Wakes Me Up

Monday – just happens 'round 5 am.
Tuesday – pretty much happens, but set alarm clock just in case.
Wednesday -  alarm clock more often than not.
Thursday -  alarm clock if I hear it, but sometimes I don't.  Thursday's a perpetual late day.
Friday – Fear of repercussion from being late on Thursday .
Saturday – what for?
Sunday – The sunrise the bird chirps the cats wanting food.  The garden, the neighborhood, breakfast with who knows who.  My religion's quite offbeat, I recognize that.  And Sabbath means something to me where I'm at.

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Don Johnson October 28, 2011 at 7:27 PM truth is stranger than fiction, never been known to bore, some days make you wonder, cat aint in the cradle no more:(

Joe Maverick October 28, 2011 at 4:45 PM I'll just bet at least half of this is true Nancy.. and i thank you for the last comment did you see that which everyone misses..? i think you got a glimpse) didn't you..! and such a fun write here..Joe. Nancy Jones October 28, 2011 at 5:11 PM Yeah, I think so but thinking is vastly overrated and I'm seeking some balance so will forestall, postpone and otherwisely defer the question 'til i've got a song to sing on incense wings smoothly or roughly depending.

Tony Lane October 27, 2011 at 4:45 PM Ok, you got me. I laughed all the way through it. Tony