Morning After
Blue dreams filtered through blood soaked eyes.
Dreams that swept by with tornado speed
creating a vacuum that pulls my very being
awake to face another day. i`m thirsty.
My skin crawls with a thousand chills from
the cheap wine from the night before
when everything was grand in a way.
When the world became etherial.
The thickness of my smell berates my nostrils
as i open up one eye to inspect the damage
to my battle weary body and to see if
my spirit has any spark left to move.
Move i must to get what i need to
get well again, perhaps the dope man
won't come around today, then what?
Must not think of such horrible things.
There. I`m up on all fours like a *****
dog waiting to be mounted by whatever
intrusion comes along; some days i don`t
know if im pitching or catching.
I`m standing leaning against
my trusty cart that i push down the
cement yellow brick road where
at the end there is no wizard.
i merge onto the byway of people
seeking the elusive neccesity of life.
Winds of memory encompass me
as i was them and they were me.
i hug the wall flying under their radar
not wanting or needing their stares and
admonishments of "Hey look, a lost one!".
i slither down/the avenue if used to be.
Another morning in the life of me.
A destitute from a scarring life
of nothing worthwhile.
Another damnable morning.
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