So. Smile please

Internal dialogue shared with morning tea

So. Smile please

 

In shreds

All torn. Left bleak

The frayed edges still

Laid flat like mould

On the corpse of failed hope

So even dreams begin to doubt

 

The tired man

In the morning aches

For more fluid limbs

Sunshine in the senses

And petrol in the tank

To deny accumulating years

 

Sounds. Emotional intercourse

All around normal

Cease to spark or lift

This dependant soul

Until in truth

Conscience pricks self-pity

 

So, praise for humour

When sense takes scissors

To the false preening of vanity

And draws together scraps

Of fabric

That make you whole

Author's Note

first thing before the brain dictates I write what comes