Morning Fear
By Brad Kelly
The morning sky aches for the evening moon to take its place.Daylight requires effort.So tired I may stop breathing,face down on dewy grass,their finer tendrils runningthru my fingers like beautiful mohawkhair.Morning has come,purple clouds allude to the absurdity of the coming day.All failure exposed,in foggy morning breathe.In cereal bowls filled to the brim w/nothing.All of my enthusiasm seems bizarre. Written October 1st, 2001 © on Oct 01 2001 12:36 AM PST 10 • 0
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"The morning sky aches for the evening moon to take its place.Daylight requires effort.So tired I may stop breathing,face down on dewy grass,their finer tendrils runningthru my fingers like beautiful mohawkhair.Morning has come,purple clouds allude to the absurdity of the coming day.All failure exposed,in foggy morning breathe.In cereal bowls filled to the brim w/nothing.All of my enthusiasm seems bizarre...."