Midnight

Midnight

Best

not to trust

your midnight desires

if you want

to see normal

tomorrow—

if you hope

to connect again

with the one

you need to talk to

on the phone

at this hour,

for this reason,

for this confession

you’re on the verge

of making.

 

Best

to let it pass—

and give it one more night

or even better,

a year or a decade

to fester

just to be sure that

you won’t make a fool

of yourself

when silence is

more abundant

than those feelings

and those words

you suddenly

realize you’re glad

you didn’t say.

 

 

DeMaris Gaunt

8-16-12

 

Published by demarisgaunt

I currently live in Greenwood, Indiana. I love to listen to music, books on CD, podcasts or NPR as I work in my studio.  My favorite artists are Andrew Wyeth and Edward Hopper. I love poetry, but only the good stuff that isn’t so abstract I can’t understand it. Abstraction better lends itself to visual art, I think. Stephen Dunn is my favorite poet. He’s said just about anything that can be said about the inner workings of the heart and mind. My favorite novel is Atonement by Ian McEwan. My all time favorite band is The Cure. I love science, and anything that relates to how the mind works. I don’t believe in the supernatural. If I could meet anyone in the world, it would be Richard Dawkins or Steven Pinker. If you don’t buy my art or read my poetry, buy one of their books. It will enrich if not change your life.  My favorite things to do are hiking, kayaking and camping. My favorite food is so common, I’ll keep you in suspense (It starts with a P). I prefer chocolate to vanilla. Green is my favorite color. I have an aversion to planning or scheduling of any kind, and I live for spontaneous adventures! Telephone conversations make me anxious, and I avoid them at almost all cost. I had a happy childhood. I’m having a pretty fantastic adulthood. I have every intention of seeing my 100th birthday, after which I will happily relinquish my guts to the future of medicine. Cheers! ~DeMaris

One thought on “Midnight

  1. Good advice for someone like me who, oh, I don’t know, stays up all night reading poetry written by someone he’s never met. Good advice, but I hate advice. 🙂

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