Justin Tallman

Rookie (September 4th,1989 / Milwaukee, WI)

Day To Day - Poem by Justin Tallman

I dream
The alarms
of reality
and the yawns
of make believe

On beds
I escape
beneath the blankets
on the pillows
in deep
the hour glass
and the hands
which spin too fast

the shrieking clock
I walk on cement
riding buses
spending money
at gas stations
speaking words
that rest in ears
and hopefully
will survive in the morrow

Sun rise
sun set
Moon shines
and lingers
and stars
and dark
from drink
to bite
moments float
like nicotine smoke

When all is
just too much
I close the door
by tub
and toilet
and 40 watts
in glass
I stare
reflecting comfort
I am still

Comments about Day To Day by Justin Tallman

  • Gold Star - 70,570 Points Gajanan Mishra (1/8/2013 6:08:00 AM)

    I am still there. good one. thanks. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 8, 2013

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