Thursday, March 25, 2010

Morning

Morning barges through my window
with shark-like precision
so all I'm doing
is thinking about that
achy blue sky
with it's skin twitch zeal
the sun is a real finger
pressed into my throat
a silver dollar lodged
there until I remember
I have to go to work too
and get something done
that I care so little about.

1 Comments:

Blogger Hannah Miet said...

Solidarity/commiseration:

http://htmlgiant.com/author-spotlight/welcome-to-the-working-weak/

2:15 PM  

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