The Cereal Days

How long

How long

How long

How long

Can I wet my lips and swallow the poison

In my cereal before it kills me?

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I dream of days full of rain and sleet and cracks

Splintering white across a dark sky

And I dream of the faces they illuminate.

Pale smiles in the storm light,

Crooning melodies beside the thunder.

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What am I holding in my hands?

They unfurl and reveal dead birds and bad decisions

Both wet and matted with blood.

Not the bird's but mine from my bleeding heart

And words too sympathetic for the devil

I'm throwing them at.

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The memories are rancid

But I keep shoving them down my throat

In the hopes that one of them will nourish

The shrinking cave in my gut.

I am starving,

Hungry for wet lash lines and truth.

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I am falling asleep where I stand

Dreaming of the eyes in the clouds

And the golden honey in your smile.

Where will I stand when the birds fall from the sky?

How long can I endure the dismal dark

Of the days before you came?

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There is no answer for me to find,

Only the bottom of another poisoned bowl of cereal.

But I will keep pouring the Cheerios

Into their ceramic cradle

And splash it with milk and toxicity

To catch one hallucinogenic glimpse of you again.

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Silver Serpent Books

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