Awake
Make your grave
That’s not so difficult, is it?
Pull a comforter over the coffin
Maybe an electric blanket
Now 7 AM. That’s no hour to get to bed
Time wears thin any sense of constrained risk
Now 10 AM and I think I’ll
Stare at the back of my eyelids
Now noon and
The robins dive
By the air conditioner
Lie and lie
To yourself
Day or night or
Whenever
I don’t give a damn
Between the lights
On broken marrow
I succumb to the ardent bliss of
Nothing at all
Copyright © Vincent St. Clare | Year Posted 2016
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