Good MorningGood MorningAwake. Now you stir in bed.Sheets covered over head.The feeling of the cold air stabs your skin.Sharp needles of the morning air.The sky is still dark.Eye opens. Eye closes.The clock laughs. The clock shrieks.A dream stirs. The eyes open.A foot hits the ground.The ground is cold.Eyes red. Bones sore.You want the bed.You want the sleep.The clock laughs.Good Morning.
The Cloudy Night Sky The Cloudy Night Sky I walked down the pier and leaned against the balcony for a long while. The humidity was thick in the air. I remember as I walked the pier it was fairly narrow, but wide enough for a small crowd of people if there were any. It did not stretch to far out, but far enough to believe you were out at sea. Its height was not too detrimental, but a fall could be damaging. The lights as I looked down the pier from the end, three orange, one or two a sort of faded shade of blue and several white lights glistened around the entrance and sides. It provided light, not much, but enough. Sturdy and stable it stood, as I stood upon it, looking out into the ocean. I saw the flicke