The Morning News

 

Last night two dream schemes

took brisk walks through your capacities
and in their breezy tinted wake you woke
to choke on remnants of their gassy pastel hues
which, after you recovered from your cough,

you understood comprised the morning news

they wished you to breathe in. Off
the axis of your consciousness,
you realized you’d been strung along.
The story you’d believed was you was wrong.












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