Getting Ready for Work
Check my nose
for overnight eruptions,
feels like moon rock, could be worse.
I avoid the mirror,
wild men live in my face,
their campfires still smolder
in my eyes.
Columbian angels
pour coffee into my veins.
I should trim my fingernails.
I leisurely dig a worm out of my brain -
with a prayer.
If you live in my world
you will pick up your digital spade,
commence to shovel with me.
Side by side we will tunnel our way
into some kind of
perfection.
Copyright © Eric Ashford | Year Posted 2023
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