Sunday, June 5, 2011

Morning Poem

Sleep-starved I am ready to lie down
again and die. I wander
the house in a state of wasted
breath & I''m worth more dead
than alive Insurance is a wonderful thing
Outside the sun flares off rooftops
new leaves dance new shadows
on trees in slow summer sunrise
In another room
My wife brews coffee
Maybe that'll wake me up
There's still. Not yet. Not yet.

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