Questions Haunt The Waking Man Poem by Patti Masterman

Questions Haunt The Waking Man



questions haunt the waking man,
in the blazing air of morning
his breath the needle piercing blood;
red rhythms of the glass-bored voice of night.

change has devoured yesterday's laughter,
drunk slowly of ghostly desires broken free
as the killing universe listens, each wild-born day
and beats naked life, with a lingering kiss of decay.

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