How Many Mornings

will I awaken tears? struggling, uncomfortably adjusting to fears: change - stagnation breeding boredom acceptance - realization that it's over Self - knowledge that I must face truth - she's found another lover.... discheveled droopy drawers howling down on all fours, drinking under table, walking though unable, I vanish in the wind. Symbols of the ways that I have wrongly sinned, Against my inner portrait Image with no mirror, A painted picture of the soul: UNDESIRABLY SUPERIOR to the one you primp and pose for, for vanity's sake: take yr daily dose of annihilistic rape! Yr outer - woven cloven hoofs are worn and swollen Better take yr beauty sleep before Time has it stolen... So wash yr guilty wants with lie, and scrub yr yellowish heel, rinse yr drydrunk unconscious and tip-toe at the wheel, weave in out the traffic and push the pedals hard, to erase the dividing lines from memory without a spoken word...