Sunday, January 15, 2012


Nine in the morning not
A decent time to wake
Think of all the dreams
Gone to waste & what’s
So important can’t wait
‘Til afternoon another
Day old cup of coffee
Another mediocre poem
Maybe today’s different
Maybe this is the dream
If that’s the case then it
Is time to wake up it’s
Started to snow & now
I got to go outside &
Shovel I’m committed
& no mistake once a
Dream’s spent there’s
No return & no deposit
No pawn ticket to ex
Change just another
Fragile whisper falling
On deaf ears


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