Spectral Morning
Haze
clumped
river-mist-obscures my headful of fog
I
want to sleep but wake want to wake but sleep
gaze-less
see don’t see eyes half close half open
dim
and faded color-daze-swampmeet
like
a slow river watch the forest ceiling
wait
for day to remove hundreds of bats
who
echolocate corners away from sunlight
and
driftwoods away focus-free
-don’t take a picture now
in
the Land of the Free
casual time sloshes painfully
as I wonder a day shut
full of what ifs ands and buts
fenced
round within artificial walls, I fail to think
thoughts
stutter
birds
with crash wings waffle flat rise and fall
absorbing
pinwheels of sameness
to
inflate like bleak bread rises
in
a charcoal ring sun
around
blue sky shot gray
normal
daylight estranges
an
empty box of time
the
static emptiness no hobo speech can elongate
windows
suddenly open on a universe unspooled
I
spit, I cough, I blow my nose, I drink coffee,
I
pace, I walk, I shake my head, I kneel,
I
gaze about me, I remember, I think, I begin
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