Tag Archives: Morning

Disrobed

  This morning, I read my coffee, Drank the paper. Dawns are better messy, And nights are better off confused. I want to Keep things that way. People stronger than me Have needed a chiropractor, To readjust their back After … Continue reading

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Paper Dolls

I shot a man last night. It was easier than you’d think, To play God. Though cowardice taints Those pathetic, pulsing veins Revolver pointed at- As a child I had pretty paper dolls That ripped so easily As I tried … Continue reading

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The Dent Beneath His Eye

    The morning I noticed The little dent Beneath his eyes, I was sunk. Some remnant from childhood, A tree poorly climbed, A baseball bat swung, Not ducking quickly enough, Or a chicken pox wound He couldn’t help but … Continue reading

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Just Starvation

In murky October’s morning The fog appears to be Sleeping giants Rolls of fat with Brown grass hair peaking through; Gray patches, reminiscent Of a once-blue sky, Stretching across my known world, Snoring across eons. These giants no longer live … Continue reading

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Morning

  I see my hairs are split As I lay against The crevices of duvet skin. I tear them out, With my disquieted digits. Fingernails digging into my palm, A damp fist full of injustice And disturbed growth, My eyes … Continue reading

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