Alone
with my thoughts, sleep
fled blind, sand through bony fingers
of the clock
tick tock
on the wall

Drear eyed mirror face
watching
wonders who the man is behind
curtains drawn tight
wind groans past brick windows
the coffee's gone cold

Matches lost, fumbling
candle lusts for flame
I know I left that
Yellow Brick Road here
somewhere, looking for cigarette
remember that I don't smoke

Slipping
on the ice behind my eyes
I wake up, stiff
in my chair, ghost taste of
candle smoke sun in my eyes

I pull the curtains closed

 

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