False Starts

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Hard mouth with a left-hand
hole,
sucking a morning Marlboro

This first eye-webbed
picture I get in Boston, but
sleep swoons it,
Schlitz dulls that dragon breath

Haunted this daunted camera that
frames these frights

Later; blue-silked sward
space-locks to my sleepy
touch

Never-ended mornings
child-cried and often
blanket-sweated; six or
seven eye partings, noon looms
and still
unrequited

Coffee, toothpaste and the gurgle
rippling from a closed
bathroom door set
the stage
for the final awakening

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YDDYDDalmost 20 years ago
Morning Mung

A sharp picture of a fuzzy start.

It must say on your resume

"Works well with words"

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