thursday morning

it’s cold
fog morning
cemetary waking up
birds pitch black
mean beaks hell song
yellow eyes like jewels at antique store
flowers stand at ease
giants among the remains of someone’s mother
peace thriving in the land of make believe
worms yawn loudly
slipping in the dew
sky pewter gray
tufts of pink and baby blue
like your dilated pupils
that still seep into my miserable days lowering the golden bamboo blinds
the strong black coffee obsidian in my cup
gaping for molasses
amber golden brown from Canada
Neil Y nameless horses guitars and essence of sand
i sip and i wonder

8 thoughts on “thursday morning

  1. An engrossing piece, and these 3 lines had me smiling in wonderment, especially the ‘worms yarning loudly’ 😂
    “peace thriving in the land of make believe
    worms yawn loudly
    slipping in the dew”

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