plaid bears and leaves
encompass our bodies
as we sleep
the convertable bedding
had me feeling achey
in the daylight
i always wake
without delay
never alone
to the sound i heard wailing
from the outdoors
through the window...
i say good day!
why do you haunt me?
like times two hands clapping
troublesome lucid dreams
they come
with the absence of caffiene
the sage will burn slowly
like morning cigarettes
with my coffee or tea
i always wake
without delay
never deserted
i wont be late
for the birds all laughing
will sustain
until...
I say good day!
why do you haunt me?
like a second hand paintings stare
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This is really nice. I like the rhyming of the 5-7 stanzas (clapping, caffeine, tea). I also like how you brought it back to the third stanza at the end. Inconsistent but burly poetic.
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