Thought Upon Waking (Poem 10 of 30: 2016)

Am I Alive?
The thought upon waking
The answer acerbic
The self settles in
Systems come on line

Two hours later
Pupils shrivel
In presence of roosting daylight
Splinters disguise themselves
As trees, they cast their nets skyward
I snap the backlight
Nickel Nicotine
Frozen to back throat and sinus

An obvious division of labor
A group effort
To maximize the dewy misery

The gargoyle Migraine digs claws deeper
He’s behind my eyes
Cutting strings in my vision
And patience

Ten hours to home
A mantra spelled out in gesture*
Fingertips liquid transcription
Of the aspects of life
Words so frequently fail to capture
As blood drums away
A frenzy, amok, as kettle boiled over
An immediate and unexplained egress
The draw of open air

The thought upon waking
Am I alive?

*I know what a fucking Mudra is, don’t start.


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3 Responses to Thought Upon Waking (Poem 10 of 30: 2016)

  1. Sabiscuit says:

    I love your attitude. xoxoxoxo

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