Radio Alarm Clok by A.M. DemarcoThere is an evil moment
on awakening,
where all things seem to
pause.
When eyes jerk open to
blankly study a room
caressed a million times or more, stuffy head confussion.
Air thick as jello,
coffee and cigarettes on the tongue;
All do thier best to
pull attention.
That elusive dream
riddled
with supposed symbolic insight,
it was just hanging there.
Somewhere.
All the work
of the night before
washes through
chalk fingernails of consciousness.
Groan, Moan, Stretch, Pop.
Start for the mirror. 03/27/2003 Posted on 03/28/2003 Copyright © 2025 A.M. Demarco
Member Comments on this Poem |
Posted by Andrew S Adams on 03/28/03 at 03:09 AM i read this one in the review process, and thought it was absolutely wonderful. it still is. your imagery is absolutely spectacular. welcome to pathetic! |
Posted by Jared Winkler on 11/17/04 at 08:58 AM yeah man. |
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