white fluffy trails
in a cold blue sky
early birds brag
about the worm

high pitched chirping
that tears through
my skull like sonic razors

cars buzz
bike bells ring

more razors

morning news
talks politics
and death
and a piano
being moved

waving kids
off to school
how the fuck
are they so happy
this early?
some peace at last

first coffee
and first cigarette
and first thoughts
dreaming of sleeping

work, workout
work in the house
clean up shit
all others’ shit

i already
hate this day
but that’s okay
it hates me too

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