Mornings Poem by Nicholas Peter
Mornings
My cigarette burns slowly
a morning breath of slow dying
a black lung conspiracy.
I look down into my coffee
hoping to find answers
but there never are any.
My mindset has gone
off to far away lands,
maybe to return,
or maybe not.
Friday, October 18, 2013
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