Saturday, February 1, 2014

This morning ...

.........  the ghosts
Of all my life's cheerleaders
Gathered in my kitchen
While i fried my eggs

"you know i hate to be watched" I chided,

 As my yolks broke

I've gazed at the moon
Wearing blue lenses
While the beautiful sunsets
Faded behind me

Thought happy was a dial you set
And left, a pirate frequency 

no one clued me into

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