Solitude Poem by Shane Clawson

I dozed off

My eyes got heavy

I passed out

In my john Lennon t shirt




Awoke a hour later

I had no interest in going down stairs

His mother was convinced

I was hibernating for the winter

Its the beginning of Fall




Really I cherished the alone time

The room, the TV

All at my disposal

Leave my nest?

No way

I can't afford the luxury of a private suite

But our (room measurement) box

Is close enough.




His mother probably calls me a wacko

When I'm not present

So what

I adore solitude

its rarely given

Reminds me of my old house.




Cul-due-sac, palm trees, broken toilet

My old room

Ceiling fan plus high powered AC

My room so chilly

Made me want to nap every day

During those humid summer afternoons.




I ruffle my wavy hair

Got a few hours to spare

Before I clock in

Alone time feels like old times

My cul-de-sac, chilly room

My strole down memory lane.