Sunday, April 06, 2014



Half asleep and wrapped
in a blanket of nightmares
I pass through all the broken
windows of the world
with an appetite for cake.
It is the medication struggling
to wear off, the dew-haze blurs
of an autumn sky.  I yearn
for a day without a fix, a day
with the realization of who
I’ve become in the tall grass
of my imagination.

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