three skulls

cezanne.threeskullsI wake up and the light cuts my head in two, slicing it open like an overripe melon. I try to get up, but pathetically disappear into the covers, into a flawed subconscious of messy dreams. I look like a boy with wobbly thighs.

staggering down junction road in the cold wet wind, I know that I will soon do it all over again.

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