Waking Lore

When we woke up late
It was light outside

Bicycle bells
Sidewalks and trees

The window was open
Letting in sky

Covering the fields
Like a heavenly smile

It is morning outside
Time for our cyanide. . .

Poetry by Chaucer Whethers The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2014-02-25 at 11:01

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Commentally Ill
this can be taken in so many ways that my brain, trying to go fourteen completely different directions all at once, completely crashed.

i can chew gum and walk, but only if i am drinking.