COCOON

what kind
of cocoon
is this

i ask

where you cant think
cant even dare to think

of all
the things
you cannot anymore do

~

then

in the sagging gusset
of the afternoons bluff

night is here

BLAMELESS MORNING

the morning 
wakes indifferent

NOTHING is its fault

passive aggressive masterclass
amps the horror

to impress
its 
gone dark twin

~

it just IS
morning is

there like an uncut lawn

& it dares you 
to violate parole
& claim different

as
you
dress
to
leave

the warmest bed behind you

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