morning

Posted on | July 14, 2008 | Comments Off

i have sleep
in my eyes,and swollen
lids,and tired hands,which
refuse to write.tired body
hearing and not
listening to voices in
the classroom.i am
dreaming of stars,and
discotheques,and eyes,
and lips and hair,
and flowers and blood,
i woke up early,in
the morning,sitting
by the window,listening
to Pink Floyd,and Dylan
and jim morrison
fill the silence,waiting
for the butterflies.love
will go,and a random
sadness fills inside.

sitting in the classrom,discussing
business,and smelling stale beer
from the night
before last night,red
blood in eyes,and
cigarette smoke,degenerate
dreams clashing
with falling stock markets.
dystopia and utopia,
mixed on a plate,and
served for breakfast.

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