Bleh with Barry

Random with a cynical twist of lime.

Time

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A watch ticks endlessly by

My weary, weather worn head.

It signals me that I am in fact

Still one of the living.

A perking of coffee in the pot

Wafting scents of perfect elation

Out. Heavy lidded eyes wake

Squinting into flourescent curls.

A rain fall on the tile

Warming my stiff limbs

Causing their animation

From the stagnation of sleep.

An overload of stimuli

Causes me to groan

As the noose of the day

Slips tightly around my Armani shirt.

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Written by barryr22

March 22, 2010 at 10:30 pm

Posted in Poetry

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