Seven a.m.
By Moonflower
Eyes open
fumbling hands
reaching out
grabbing that tray of
discarded ash
A spark
A flickering flame
And smoke rolls
filling and unfurling
Breathing..toxic fumes
Deep breaths in the dark
Cherry burning bright
As I turn on the light
So damn bright
And my self
staring back across the room
Glaring and groggy
...melancholy...
Five PM
Grey's Anatomy and
Cigarrettes
Until nine PM
And then
I smile and wave Hello
to passing strangers
Serve them their dinners
and listen intently
to their lies
Cause we're all just here
to pass some time
Four AM
Wasted laughter...
Echoes
through a half empty store
Shades of brown
and I break a smile
As they're asking me
those same old lines
Blushing
As if in suprise
But I know their lies
So I cover up that grimace
I must politely hide
Loose change and dollar tips
yeah I have enough for cigarrettes
Cause ya know I'll need another hit
when that sun rises, graceful dawn
Eyes are red as I meet the sun
Knees are aching, hands are burnt
Contemplating how much I'm worth
As every one walks in and stares at me
like a beautiful object, not a person
that breathes
And some times I just want to scream
I have a brain and I see right through
Every single one of you, telling your lies
and your truths
Sleep deprived and over worked
too many scars, too much hurt
I see their faces, smiles and frowns
sarcastic grins, near and far towns
Some wait around, thirsty for conversation
Some rush away, others spit rude accusations
Comments on "Seven a.m."
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On Tuesday, December 21, 2010, jonLyndon
(113) wrote:
"Cause ya know I'll need another hit when that sun rises, graceful dawn Eyes are red as I meet the sun" ~A very well realised, conceived work. Has that Bukowski kind of feel w/out being derivative. The title attracted me, your words kept me reading. Well done.
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A former member wrote:
you certainly can relate.
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On Wednesday, August 4, 2010, Moonflower
(298) wrote:
thanks lol