For Morning’s Sake

5 Oct


Califone - Our Kitten Sees Ghosts

For morning's sake I   drug the blinds.
Morning descends the stairs
last night's blinds above her eyes.
G'morning.
            I shrug and let sun slits slip in
                                    slump and sigh.
I sit, cigarettes lit and drug.
For night's sake cognition abandon
                                   body.
A kindness granted
                     given        currentcaliber.
Sake's shadow and someones silhouette.
Steeped in silence.

Blinded three times,
                      he, drink, and night.
Now,
morning drags up the window panes
drags and stares at west sitting winds.

image: Matthew McVickar