My Baby, My Poem
This baby is my once-a-day poem
When I'm no longer, here it remains
Giving a voice to my offspring's home
So full of champagne and blame and shame
This poem is my one-day baby
Dear Poem: You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
Baby, you roam and roam
Always seeking path back home
I am unrooted as a banyan tree
I'll set all my chromosomes free
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
Its pistol composed of papier-mâché
This poem must stay holstered all day
Babe, I carry you like extra weight
You're the only thing I make
And remake, and break
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
I write and write, fingers clacking keys
Each stroke indents blank paper and me
When I am done, I un scroll my poem
Polished as shiny chrome
Recite it one last time
Revel in rhythm, music, and rhyme
Crumple into a cloisonné urn
Light a match, watch it burn
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It looked so lonely, in thin chrome display
This poem is my one-day baby
Sweet Poem: you're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting you (maybe)
You stayed so lovely, in thin chrome display
When I'm no longer, here it remains
Giving a voice to my offspring's home
So full of champagne and blame and shame
This poem is my one-day baby
Dear Poem: You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
Baby, you roam and roam
Always seeking path back home
I am unrooted as a banyan tree
I'll set all my chromosomes free
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
Its pistol composed of papier-mâché
This poem must stay holstered all day
Babe, I carry you like extra weight
You're the only thing I make
And remake, and break
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It seemed so lonely, in thin chrome display
I write and write, fingers clacking keys
Each stroke indents blank paper and me
When I am done, I un scroll my poem
Polished as shiny chrome
Recite it one last time
Revel in rhythm, music, and rhyme
Crumple into a cloisonné urn
Light a match, watch it burn
This poem is my one-day baby
See, Poem? You're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting it (maybe)
It looked so lonely, in thin chrome display
This poem is my one-day baby
Sweet Poem: you're my baby, today
I once thought about aborting you (maybe)
You stayed so lovely, in thin chrome display
Credits
Writer(s): Leigh Pollack
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