hourglass life

at night the dark dribbles in
as does hourglass sand
piling slowly up until all at once
the house is full of it

that’s a lot of darkness
and now I have to wait until the AM
to try and live

turn a switch and chase it
you say

but that’s not how it works
around here
where there’s always a stray grain or two
left to stain my daylight
long after sunrise 

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A poet with a history in slam, lots of publications; my personal poetry and a little bit of daily life and opinions. Read the page called "About..." for the details. View all posts by Tony Brown

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