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Ripe full moon bruised by
The dark smudges of poets
Inky fingerprints
Smooth, occasionally rough, becoming variable.
Portly pedantic poet. Winner of the wife lottery. Blood type Yorkshire Gold. The cream goes on first.
I slap the alarm clock
and time shatters
into a thousand pieces
strewn in glistening shards
across the bedroom floor
I grope around for a piece
containing more sleep
but a splinter of obligation
slices into the ball of my thumb
and I jerk fully awake while
outside my bedroom window
Monday morning cackles
like a magpie
#poetry #mondaymorning