Some More

[Mark Lang]

Monday Morning
...slaps with hands so cold.
The night admits the day in chains of gold.

The clock alarms the streets of dreams not trod.
Shadows stalk like dogs upon the walls.

Outside the snow still tethers down the ground.
Inside my room the wind my cat resounds.

Lids release my I with lightening drums.
My drowning tongue backstrokes a flood of mud.

Cloned by chance my body randoms art.
Coined by luck I flip another start.

With a groan I join the mirror hard.
With a spit they welcome my return.

It's no surprise I've gotten out of bed -

Any one can see a lifer's debt.

[LAMECH]

great stuff. It's one of those poems that should be read outloud to get the full effect.