Tuesday 9 May 2017

ITS TUESDAY (MORNINGS AND DREAMS)



MONDAY MORNING

monday morning always tastes of monday morning
when the bedside siren calls time on oblivion
and my dreams turn b&w in the neon smack of day
and struggling to understand i lock them away

and they wait 
on a crack 
in the light 

between responsibility and habit
to run their mad riot again


COFFEE AND JUICE

monday morning tastes like that metallic burr of strong medication
even
tho
we
are
off
and
laying in
with no vet panic or auto repair for a change

a subsonic bell rings a slice of loss 
without time to be noticed

before coffee
and juice
obscure with floods

animal sense and the residual derelict party of dreams


WEEKEND

mondays barcode is smudged

my mind bleeps NO like a posties machine
in consecutive failure to understand

after 
saturdays free tease

and 
sundays broadmoor 
    
    exercise yard
     
      blue 
      chug



Image result for broadmoor prison

from crowthorneheritage.co.uk

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