February 2022 – mhughes poetry

85 degrees in February!
Oh LA and your endless summers.
Barely any need for sweaters,
only in December.
I look up
only to have those blues skies remind me
that I need to acquire an awning.
It has been a couple of years
the Santa Anas have taken their toll,
the current tarps had to go.
After next week's paycheck,
must make a trip to Home Depot,
then look for a reliable friend,
before those wicked winds come back again.
I had someone in mind,
our interactions have so far
been founded on trust,
but maybe he's not up to the task.
We'll see, I’ve yet to ask.

My favorite mornings are the ones
where I wake up, sip my coffee and hum
Nina Simone's ‘It's a New Day’ to myself
because I am feeling good,
lucky to still be here
grateful for another chance
to make a difference
idk where the day will take me
but I’m curious enough
to travel to the outer limits
before I’m forced to reel myself back in,
for actions have consequences
and there is a too far to go, you know
by the time midnight strikes
I may be a little battered, buzzed,
slightly hammered
ready to regret a choice
I'm about to make
but for fucks sake…
He feels good.

Oh my god she gasped silently. 
What did he do, now? 
She shrunk back into her shell and  turned away. 
If she doesn’t see it, or acknowledge  his actions with a reaction… 
did it happen? 
Deep inside she was touched, it wasn’t exactly a declaration of love, 
far from it, 
but she giggled as if it was. 
I mean
the respect was reciprocal,
but this spectacle he made of himself 
had little to do with her 
and more with the frustration 
so many others had.
We were trapped 
without a visible way out. 
Sometimes one had to shout, get loud 
then do somersaults to explain the rationale. 
However explanations weren’t on his mind this time.

Wod 12/18

Month: February 2022

reprobate, acquire, awning

my favorite mornings

reciprocal, somersault rationale