Poetry: The Last Outpost [#napowrimo2011]
Posted in baby, children, daughter, family, fatherhood, life, napowrimo, parenting, privacy, wife on April 26th, 2011 by Hannibal Tabu
Grrr. My wife is super sick and I’m stretched crazy thin, trying to work 8-hour day, nursemaid and babysit, plus getting up at 4AM to keep the baby from going nuts. Dude. I’m sleepy.
Poem anyway.
The Manthroom is a myth.
Matthew Perry idea of exclusive domain,
Testosterone Land in estrogen ocean.
Wife moved out to enjoy a whole bath tub,
tired of oppressive autumnal color scheme.
Left me envisioning
comic book art,
succinct but solid stereo,
maybe even mini fridge.Vision falls flat
As infant hand pound door
during morning tooth brushing,
disintegrate as door flies open,
Finding feminine products
still secreted under sink.Every second NASCARs against time,
Waiting to see who or what needs where now?
Let shower water Swedish massage shoulders
Enjoying the silence.“Gentleman’s Time”
By Hannibal Tabu
Written at 11:38PM on Monday from the Manthroom.
Playing (Music): “Doompasage” by Sha-key




