When Monday
is a
trash can
fire and
the moon
hangs itself
before Dawn
when all
the dogs
bark at
once and
all the
clocks steal
an hour
right in
front of you
when morning
is a
pocket full
of nothing
and even
a hot
bath is
just a
place to
drown
I guess
you grab
your face
mask like
a parachute
and step
through your
front door
like the
opening of
a plane
crossing yourself
twice as
you step
out into
open sky.
--Matt Borczon
the dogs
bark at
once and
all the
clocks steal
an hour
right in
front of you
when morning
is a
pocket full
of nothing
and even
a hot
bath is
just a
place to
drown
I guess
you grab
your face
mask like
a parachute
and step
through your
front door
like the
opening of
a plane
crossing yourself
twice as
you step
out into
open sky.
--Matt Borczon
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