Monday 15 February 2016

A.M. RITUAL



  i 
get up slow
open curtains to winter sun
and
blow my nightmares out my nose
  
  i
sort
out
the
cat 
hes knocked his water over again
  
  i
sit at the dusty desk 
got small coffee
south london blues on the player
rest my fingers on the keys
  
  i
swear at the cheap lighter
busted or empty or something
sun comes in as stripes thru the blinds 
  
  can 
  i 
channel anything at all ?
  and
how it will sound
when
  i
read
it
back this evening 
  when
  i
  am 
  all 
different in the hurrying night ?

  


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