Mornings come quickly at 5:00 am,
before the mind’s imagination tilts
like an arcade game with sunshine
results when rain is forecasted;
treat hungry cats prowl with an
alien-invader instinct and satisfied
curiosities have them wildly racing
up and down my hardwood floors;
ceiling fans spin with metal-grinding regularity
gently pushing a breeze through the birthing
of thoughts newly heated with coffee and
two full spoons of cappuccino mix;
forgotten words and images of words
roll out from behind memories like
underarm sweat trickling down the body
when nerves are over-powered by fear;
a flash of reality, awakened by the
hands of a bodiless clock announce
time has once again played out her
role after years of quick passing experience;
fingers reach out for the knowledge
worn-out joints pinch nerves of doubt,
eyes ache without teardrops of sleep
while a shaking hand scribbles
nonsense on a blank, underlined page;
idiots stand behind the silhouettes
of more idiots who images recoil
from he who summoned them as again
the fan and clock harmonize under the
glare of the lights that tear through space
like a cat eating a toy scurrying along the floor;
postponed hesitation seizes the day
and challenged movement is replaced
by a reluctance similar to leaving lovers.
April 30, 2012
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