I still wake up at 4am
to walk the fish
eyes are spoked,
Honeycomb cereal-sized
flush, the morning would
swirl down the drain, goodbye
mugshot in the mirror,
shots of Jäger in the mug
nightstand light, soft 20 watt,
strobe fractions to the brain
what was last night’s mystery?
dream’s sci-fi? morning’s tale?
toaster sparks, crumb smoke,
a sinful hand burned the host
(or is it burnt?
, language sucks)
where’s that fish,
little fucker ran away again
(Image from tipsybartender.com)
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