5 Am

Breathing in a city
on a bedroom corner
something smashes hard
under my skin
as every day.
Livid eyed-Messiah
moaning to my heart,
I’ve strangled every feeling
in the bath tub.
Serial actions run
on a serial day:
they should save me from a faster death
than this one.
Getting older soon,
getting in the way
of the emotional aversion
in an ordinary day.
Bare Light
rattlesnake of fever
Cold Morn
should be on the way
Smo/ther
every light or shadow
Un/der
the demeanour of the day.
Bare Light
shoulders in a mirror
Cold skin
fading into grey
Stand
still
freezing on a shiver
Num/ber
on an ordinary day.