11100 rests on the corner
Of nothing and nowhere
A flashing white bulb of
Maddening brilliance wakes none
Comforting no one

How fast can the heart break?
How soon can death enter?
Where does the wavering hand
Of a life un-lived only pondered upon
Go when the clock strikes midnight?

The moon rests on her own ***
Clipping her fingernails for all to see
I see only the **** filled streets
Chipped beige walls lined with dog ****
The stones of history stacked higher & higher
Trying to hide old mens mistakes

Light punches open my window
The sun drunk in the sky cries
The wind swerves on the interstate
And the water stumbles home
After a long one

Mondays come hard
They hit like Ali did
Quick and fast and ruthless
All with the high sense
Of egotistical self-righteous

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