Monday, September 9, 2013

Wink

Roll over in bed. Feeling of dread
The alarm is at five. Adjusting my eyes
No sign of the sun. Temp is at one

Coffee cup, now I am up. 

Wind in my hair, exhaust in the air
Frost on the glass, warming up fast
Just a small hole, in time it will grow

This blows; Gotta go. 

Heading back home. Pavement of stone
Heat wave began. Where have I been?
Feeding the need. Sowing the seed

Paying the price; so goes life.

Bathroom again. Like a lost friend
Shower and shave. On Into the grave
Old man looks back. Who is this hack?

Wink and smile; young a while.  






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