Shaking Out the Cobwebs


03/02/2021: "Shaking Out the Cobwebs"


Sleep crusted eyes
gaze upon
the horizon,
despising
the early morning hues
as the sky sings.

Back to bed!
He cries.

Back to bed!
He dies,

smacked his head
on a box of lies.
Resurrected to spread
a million unanswered "WHY"s
on a snack of bread.

No cereal,
no milk,
only toasted questions
and roasted answers
this morning
while the cobweb dancers
make a muffled rattle
in my brain.

Alarms are fucking insane.

I'll crush their heartless refrain
under the weight
of my sockless heel
as I pull the covers tight
and try not to feel
the grip of dawn's early light
as it violates
my half-asleep sight,
causing my somnolence
quite the fright.

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