Cider for Spiders & Awful All-Nighters

Listless amongst dirty dishes
dry porridge sky above
broken yolk sunrise revealing
shadows and crawling creatures.

Moments of small poems grasping
elusive meanings and obscure dreaming
a clutter of script on tattered pages
a scattered loose leaf punch card head.

Broken verses and uneven rhythm
fragmented shards of worthless words
composing and composting
creating and defecating the same.

My life’s work amounts
to a mountainous molehill of garbled shite.

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