And it got colder today.
I found all my old poems. I’m enraptured in how good a poet I used to be. Now, I’m more refined, but back then, I took chances with my work I wouldn’t know how to take now.
waking down 10-12-00
Can you fight the darkness?
Will you leap the canyon that
crept to your doorstep at night?
It takes a caffeinated-horizontal-
to embrace the dawn
And you are swept into it
Zillions of DJ, AC, CD, leave me be
scream into you along with
The left over sunrise, scrambled and beaten
Xeroxed too many times
from the month before
Counterfeit negatives of transparent eyelids
Cant stop the approaching cubicle
In the morning sun, you dive into a pool of paperwork