The block over my head,
Is like clouds that keep me in bed.
Comforts me like silk pajamas.
I am numb to the pinch.
The days have been green.
Yet, I am dressed in blue.
There were two queens in the bedroom.
Unfortunately it’s just a hotel for two.
The sun came through the blinds.
Only the hunger awakes me.
Stress has been dietary.
Breaths seem longer;
I wonder my tolerance with every pull.
Days get longer;
I swallow it like allergy pills.
This morning;
A smile shined brighter than a ceiling light.
Laughter louder than alarm clocks.
Love is my breakfast I enjoy the scent.
I’ve learn to use the block as ice cubes
The warmth no longer exist.
Chilled tequila if you have it.
I write a little as I reminisce.
The times weren’t always magazines.
Noons weren’t coffee and news.
It’s a new day, today
I washed all my blues.
About the Creator
K. Barrakuda
You will only miss the shots you don’t take.
Shoot for the stars and hope you touch base.
Pray to a God even if you seen a face.
We believe in aliens but we ain’t never seen space.
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