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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