this morning I woke with no cock crowing
quiet, alone, like a dormouse
I'm spent
I'm used up
I'm tossed aside
like a rag that you used
to change your oil
bourbon and gin
my two new best friends
try to comfort me as the moon rises
but the stars are all mocking me
paired off in the night
bright lovers who twinkle
in ecstatic secrets
which I, here alone, shall not know
still, the blanket of morning
seems enough to suspend this chill
morning breath of fog and dew
and whispers of waking children
and cereal boxes opening
and cold milk dropping into bowls
the morning gives me comfort
morning gives me strength
it's night that suffocates
and claws at my back
breathing it's searing stained breath
down my neck
black night with black thoughts
and no where salvation
trapped in this cell of my own
this hell I call home
wishing and waiting and wanting
and never being satisfied
never being served
where is what I've earned
I've been a careful student
and for what?
no gold stars
no hats with proud tassels
no graduation from this blackness
yet here is morning
and birds are singing
traffic clamors along the street
outside my bedroom
Life is out there
full of people
and experiences
and convenience stores
this life, however, is not convenient
this life is not convenient at all
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