Midnight Clocks


Here there is no champagne
No streamers not left over
From parties thrown
On happier days
Crowds of shining happy faces
Have not appeared on cue
Because of this dratted bug
So lil' sis' and I drink orange juice
Laced with day-old ginger ale
Watch silly movies on the box
Drift in and out of sleep
Waiting for the midnight clocks

Comments

  1. Honey

    Honey on 01/01/2006 5:18 a.m. #


    Mikey, Mikey<br />
    <br />
    Seems I can’t turn my back<br />
    You go succumbing to the flu<br />
    It’s New Year’s eve for goodness sake!<br />
    I ask you, what’s a girl to do?<br />
    <br />
    I know, I’ll bring you chicken soup! <br />
    I hear it’s soothing to the soul <br />
    Forget your plans to wallow away<br />
    I’ll wear my best smile to console :D<br />
    <br />
    And then if you feel a little mended<br />
    You could share the secrets of bound delights<br />
    That nearly stole them from their intended<br />
    For fear they’d know only solitary nights ;-)<br />
    <br />
    <br />
    hmm, maybe i'd best explain that the pronunciation of that 'solitary' is 'solitry'...i can't hear it in a canadian accent :-S<br />
    <br />
    ps. happy new year

  2. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/02/2006 12:01 a.m. #


    Mom's away the kids will play<br />
    While away the winter day<br />
    Eating jello drinking pop<br />
    Nothing could make us stop<br />
    For her back is turned to us<br />
    She can't yell or make a fuss<br />
    End of day she'll come back<br />
    Then we'll have to hit the sack<br />
    Pretend we lay abed all day<br />
    Feverish foreheads burned away<br />
    <br />
    Oh momma can you make us soup<br />
    Not that icky store-bought goop<br />
    Something thick with pasta shapes<br />
    Maybe 'tatoes size of grapes<br />
    Maybe something sweeter too<br />
    Let our stomaches settle to<br />
    We your over-heated kids<br />
    With diseases not yet rid<br />
    <br />
    Maybe we could watch tee vee<br />
    We might have strength mightn't we<br />
    We heard that it's good for you<br />
    To bathe in light of sickly blue<br />
    Momma where's the clicker gone<br />
    We want to watch the rerun Fonz<br />
    Could you get us jello blue<br />
    With marshmallows and peeled grapes too<br />
    Oh, will that take too long<br />
    Don't worry momma we'll hold on<br />
    <br />
    Our fevers are so fierce high<br />
    Headaches make us want to sigh<br />
    Oh mom perhaps we need another<br />
    Day the flu to get from under<br />
    Oh look, I'm babbling what a sign<br />
    It could be our ending time<br />
    Give my toys to little sis'<br />
    If she survives and I miss<br />
    <br />
    Lying here on my death bed<br />
    Its your love comes to my head<br />
    We don't need soup or jello bowls<br />
    Though they might our health control<br />
    But wait that smell is calling me<br />
    Thick stew made from the darkling tree<br />
    You've saved us both mother dear<br />
    Please bring a bowl to us here<br />
    We can barely stand you know<br />
    It may be many days to go<br />
    But with a little loving care<br />
    We may make it through the scare

  3. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/02/2006 12:25 a.m. #


    Happy new year, and welcome back. I gather your new-year's resolution is to wander about the internet wearing nothing but soup and smiles and discussing bound delights with crusty old men :) . Not that I'm complaining, sounds like a perfectly sensible resolution...

  4. Honey

    Honey on 01/02/2006 7:58 a.m. #


    <br />
    Yipes! Is that really what you see? <br />
    I must attire more modestly!<br />
    The policy is “aim to please”<br />
    Yet I’ve a God I must appease<br />
    As Bono points out knowingly<br />
    “The mind can wander”, hopelessly<br />
    So I dare not wander without care<br />
    Within a web that would ensnare<br />
    Here kinda had that homey feel<br />
    The scent of pine’s so comfortable :)<br />
    But I’d no resolve men’s time to thieve<br />
    And wonder… <br />
    …could you miss me if I leave?<br />

  5. Mike Fletcher

    Mike Fletcher on 01/02/2006 10:07 a.m. #


    Men fish with wriggling worms<br />
    Women with poetic words<br />
    How could I not miss my reader?<br />
    When so few my words can hear?<br />
    We'll give you back the wraps you lost<br />
    There's no agenda here for women's cost

  6. Honey

    Honey on 01/03/2006 8:11 p.m. #


    I stay <br />
    I play<br />
    I draw away<br />
    The tree whispers <br />
    In the midnight breeze<br />
    Foreboding words<br />
    To inclined ears <br />
    I hear the call<br />
    I feel it all<br />
    I sense the depth<br />
    I fear the fall<br />

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