Recycled some images from "Second floor, at the bar" for this one. Riffed? Self-plagiarized? Irrelevant, I guess.
A.M.
the morning broke hopeful
on coarse tonsils
you were thinking
about empty houses and wings
and beating, beating,
how the gaze swivels.
the morning broke pearly
grazing you
uncouth pedestrians
and their incurious intrusions.
the morning broke people
it snapped them
it was relentless
on your spine
core muscles made from paperbacks
and were we running then, even?
the morning broke itself
its yolk bowing
but nothing was left
and no one knew what
morning breaking
really meant.
But we expected
a thing or two
from packed houses
with parked wings
and it was early again
when we first noticed
how the morning breaks.
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