Every Morning, Every Day

‘Every Morning, Every Day’

 

Karl knocked the beer bottle

over that had drowned him

last night. Its contents, seemed

to seep through the floor but

before that - the morning light

that cursed the spillage

reflected his sourly pout.

 

Dishevelled

he lumbered by

the bed.

His quivering grasp

clutched the covers.

The other hand fumbled

until the Marlboros tumbled

out of his pocket.
 

Suddenly,

the room was ablaze with fire

the match head burned,

‘a phosphoric inferno’

that sired the cigar

between his gnarled fingers.
 

Sanguine,

he lingered by the window

agin the summer dawn,

as coils of silvery smoke

shrouded

his wizened face.

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