Morning Is Broken

Morning is broken. Electric blue; suffocate my words. Drowning like a fish, gasping for air. The hole I will lie in is golden on the outside. I have no life, I have no time; I have no chance to care. Underwater bubbles never float into the sky. Pressure cooker, need a cuddle, beauty begins inside the eyes. Rip my head apart, I have a cavity; Unclear to see all three degrees. I only eat rice from a chessboard. Skinny love; I overfeed. You are just a dream to me, I imagine. Methinks no drink from a grail can remedy. I am ok without; I am ok within. I am ok with you. I think. Lizard tongues whisper fables to all with ears. I have no gun, I have no mouth; I have no choice to speak or to hear. I suffer in silence as I lie amongst the Guns ‘n’ Roses; Plant my corpse alongside the mourning plants. I am done picking flowers and my arm is already full of POEsies. (C)2018 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.