NaPoWriMo #14: ‘Request’

This is a literal request. If you can do this for me, let me know by 11 p.m. tonight. That’s hopefully when I’m going to sleep for hopefully a few hours.

“Request
By Maggie McGinity

Call me up in the middle of the night
Please.
There’s so much I need to do
And one thing I still need to see

Monday migraine Maggie’s missed
A lot of things
Not the chance to sing and play
Or just plain sing
But I need to see a sphere
Disappear
Into a ring
And I don’t think this migraine
Brain
Is good for anything

Call me up in the middle of the night.
Please do.
Around 1 could be fun,
But I’d prefer after 2.

There’s no one here who
I can share this with
An astronomical woo
Shrouded in myths
I don’t care if it’s red
I just care that it’s gone
For I’ve slept like the dead
Far too long

Call me up in the middle of the night.
Please say you will.
Don’t leave me missing another moment of my life
Lying down
My alarm clock’s clown
Ignorant and still.”

Quotes:

“Call you up in the middle of the night
like a firefly without a light
you were there like a blowtorch burning
i was a key that could use a little turning
so tired that i couldn’t even sleep
so many secrets i couldn’t keep
promised myself i wouldn’t weep
one more promise i couldn’t keep

it seems no one can help me now
i’m in too deep
there’s no way out
this time i have really lead myself astray

runaway train, never goin’ back
wrong way on a one-way track
seems like i should be getting somewhere
somehow i’m neither here nor there”
-“Runaway Train” by Soul Asylum

“The district sleeps alone tonight after the bars turn out their lights
And send the autos swerving into the loneliest evening
And I am finally seeing 
Why I was the one worth leaving”
-“The District Sleeps Alone Tonight” by The Postal Service

“I’m a survivor. And like the moon, I have a feeling it would take a truly spectacular event to keep me from taking my place in the scheme of things, waxing, waning, and eclipsing notwithstanding.” 
-“Finding Tranquility Base” by Janet Rebhan

‘Sometime(Give Me a Chance’ (new poem)

Hello again!

I’ve been a nomad this last month, setting my suitcase down one place just to pick up and move on to another. I’ve been in five different countries within two weeks, including the United States, and called so many different rooms home. I’ve learned how to carry with me only what’s important, to leave the rest behind, though I own so much more than I could ever carry.

I’ve gotten very good at leaving things behind and not giving them a second glance. I’ve gotten very good at only being the places I’m expected to be, and only being there when I have to be. I’ve become excellent at sleeping, at sloth, and at forgetting my other endeavours without a second thought.

For this I apologize. I’ve left my words, and this blog, out to dry. But I’m finally beginning to feel not jetlagged and only slightly exhausted, and I’ve been writing. I hope you’ll find my words not as easily abandoned as most things in my life.

“Sometime(Give Me a Chance)
By Maggie McGinity

Give me a place to lay my head
On a floorboard, on a bed

Give me a break, to rest my soul
Til I gain some sensible control

Give me a shot to settle down
Lose this crowded, crammed crown

Give me a chance to find my mind
Before I’m driven blind

So close to my prime
Just give me
(Please) Give me
Some time.”

Quotes:

“What else should I be? All apologies.”
-“All Apologies,” by Nirvana

“And I don’t understand why I sleep all day
And I start to complain that there’s no rain
And all I can do is read a book to stay awake
And it rips my life away, but it’s a great escape”
-“No Rain,” by Blind Melon