Ear Rings
after all
these years
thinking to even
knowing that i was
never
a morning
person that
so much so i
fled from
the sun as if
blinded or burned
one of the children of
the night
but then realized
i was a dead ringer
a doppelganger for a guy
on daylight
i was saved by
the bell but he wasn't
so lucky as i shall tell you
since i had
left my job on
the graveyard shift
there was no one there
to
hear
his frantic
string pulling ringing
Copyright © Jeff Connelly | Year Posted 2019
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