Monday, January 1, 1979

Morning Poem


Morning Poem

Stiff eyes search out another cup of coffee
lids scratch across the surface of nausea 
flies crawl in on my skin, sun sweats it 
my hands so stiff i can barely write 
as last night catches up with morning 
I'm too tired to wake up, it's too morning 
to go back to sleep 
as humming birds flit on our voices

1979
added 2/2017 minor changes

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