Every Morning

Every Morning when I get up

                        I smoke quietly
                        like a cigarette

                        Old dreams come
                        off me in clouds

                        I put them out
                        resolutely alone




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In a Moment Fraught With Flying Children Large and Rolling Heavy With Light

We know
   past a certain hour
      repetition sets in
What we were
   doing before
      simply goes on
What we faught
   for all night
      is now just us
Waving our hands
   grinning at the mirror
      relieved to be
Where we always were
   sheets wrapped snug
      nodding along


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A Spring But Not In His Step

I am tired

If I had no mind

what color  ?

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