Daniel Nester

(29 February 1968 / Portsmouth, Virginia)

There's Got To Be A Morning After - Poem by Daniel Nester

I heard it once, smoothed-out
by gallons of coffee,
chest husking like a plow
and pulled it into a basement.
Cardigan-wrapped the next morning
and only then was it true, only then
was I so hungry I could eat at the roots of it,

and lay down like a napping aristocrat
dreaming of pendulums
potbellied, empurpled,
pissing outside, and my
boombox played it again, its notes
encircled by my poor shy ghosts
made quiet speeches to the wind
saluted this song's toasting.


Comments about There's Got To Be A Morning After by Daniel Nester

  • Rookie Juan Boscan (1/9/2014 12:25:00 PM)

    Sure there came a morning after, Daniel. Nice line of the napping aristocrat. It's musical poetry and, though I don't understand every bit of it, it makes sence to me;
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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003



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