Tuesday, December 28, 2010

Morning Glory (waking from a restless dream)

I am 
Leg and cock
Am hair
And snot
And teary eye
Weary heart
Left weary
By lie
And helpless want.
My breath
Is sour
Mornings in your  wetted wood.
Who will 
Let Me
The dream
The good?
I have heard 
There’s a man like that
With word for face
And wish for hat
He stands by
The corner
And unsure
While in the harbor
Dark craft 
Blow warnings 
Of their departure.
The day will be
A sunny one
Already the dream 
Is burned away.
Another day then
To discover
The man
And if he is my brother.

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