Thursday, October 1, 2009

morning, october

The city is dark. The mind
stirring, no quickness
not yet.

When the mug is empty, perhaps.
The cavity that says: more
and inclines me to react,
demands: more.

I resist. I am
a foot dragger at dawn. Am
slow to react. That second cup of tea:
a compromise, cleverly disguised.
Industry's man on the inside.

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