Tuesday, 26 March 2013

UNTITLED

Coffee lips and interrupted dreams
Once again the sun rises

Psychoanalytic theory suggests
That dreams are your unconscious mind
Having its voice heard

I think that's bullshit

But nonetheless the morning persists
Or something like that
I'm awake anyway

I'm awake
Wide awake

For the first time
For the worst time

Good mourning

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