Mourning Morning
While floating in my horizontal world of ease,
I’m a willing inmate during my sleepy sentence.
She’s my soft soul mate if you so please,
and this comfy coma makes splendid sense.
Smooth and soft, my whole world is white.
Not a sound stirs, save those from my dreams.
Full fluffy puffy pillows, left… and right;
and everything is—well, as it seems.
THE SUN—smashing through the window glass
spews its vile dawning rays. Violating me,
suffocating me with its raging red attack,
it works in tandem with my bladder’s screams.
Day after day I wave my white flag,
and exhume my body from this dry jacuzzi.
My heart surrenders to my head’s demands,
and I punch the clock on this reality.
A razor stroke and a water splash
see this sleepy life deferred.
Only to come full circle, I collapse!—
back into my perfect world.
2006-10-20
11:55:09
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