There’s still a litter of glitter
In the shower drain and your pillow
Has a mauve streak of cupcake frosting.
The only toast left today
Is actually an English muffin.
Your playlist cross-fades to the BBC
And the workweek yawns like a cat
So filled with ennui it seems
Its head will split and spill
Tiny fangs, each named with a task:
Email who’s-it about what’s-it.
Buy two percent milk and tuna.
Change the sheets.
Evict all the remembered ex-lovers
Swaying to the beat and lifting flutes
To you, just for a moment,
As you swanned in your wings
Before the toppling back
To pigeon-hood.
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P. D. Murray
Murray is an accomplished painter and writer.
Through 2010, he was shown exclusively by Treehouse Studio Galleries. His work hangs in private collections around the world. He's also published 5 books. You can see more at www.pdmurray.art
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