I cannot abide the horrors in the hours when the coming day
Shouts and pulls at yesterday and derides him for a job poorly done
Leaving unfinished business on the table.
Scraps and bones
Tatterd sinew.
Skin.
Poor execution has left tomorrow
With rotting clutter. Hear him
Mutter.
Not at rest fully now surfacing psyche able to stir
after corps-like slumber judgement at the ready.
Shake the foreboding feeling
walking
through a graveyard something inches from my back
Grinning at my ignorance.
Pondering surprise.
Wake up and push the stone uphill
wake up and take your pill.
Nov 24, 2012
Nov 24, 2012 at 2:32 AM UTC
I cannot abide the horrors in the hours when the coming day
Shouts and pulls at yesterday and derides him for a job poorly done
Leaving unfinished business on the table.
Scraps and bones
Tatterd sinew.
Skin.
Poor execution has left tomorrow
With rotting clutter. Hear him
Mutter.
Not at rest fully now surfacing psyche able to stir
after corps-like slumber judgement at the ready.
Shake the foreboding feeling
walking
through a graveyard something inches from my back
Grinning at my ignorance.
Pondering surprise.
Wake up and push the stone uphill
wake up and take your pill.
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