Black Morning 1-11-2012
The morning cracks
Shatters my slumber
Torn awake
ripped asunder
reach for the fuel
the mug of mud
to pep me up
and rush the blood
My dark nectar
My liquid lover
My saccharin surrender
My beautiful bitter
An empty cup of hot
How I love the linger
Helps me to give
the morning the finger
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