When You Get Out of Bed

Articulate the surface – do not
let it mollify: crave the nano-panic
of Van Gogh’s compulsive

resolutions via brush: whipping
tiny waves up from the mush –
no lull or respite in the color –

allow your dullards to strip down
and prance buck naked like a posse
of demented clowns: be as stupid

as you please: drop to your knees:
wait to be fed. That’s what to pray
when you get out of bed.


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