dreams have drained us.

we wake each day
with a fresh new
for torture.

we are ready
again. yes,
and the fly
the window
is at it again

no matter how many
we kill,
there is always
another new.

everyone wakes
ready for the give
and the take.
for the rain
and the burn.
for the coffee
with the cream
that has turned.

everyone wakes.
those who don’t.
but i see them
as i drain,
leaking daylight
out the hole
they escaped.

written on 09/09/2015 by: Matt Kane