Monday, Erased and Re-written by Ronald Ray

Dawn broke brittle Monday morning, the sky cracked like eggs
(All done in silence beneath the roaring of my tinnitus)
Twenty ’til something and I’m driving out into blazing light
Looking for what, I won’t know ’til it’s found but it’s
Just so damned bright and quiet and I think of a sniper in the clock tower
Fallen asleep waiting to pick off his targets but how can he sleep
in this goddamned brightness and nothings moving anywhere
Empty streets, has the world called in sick this morning?

Am I awake? Am I alive? Am I in a movie, maybe a character
in someone’s book? Why don’t I feel anything? Am I waiting for
the writer to tell me how I feel, where I’m going, what I’m doing?
I am lost, that’s all, just lost. Lost with this howling in my head
and the creeping thought that I’m not even real, that someone’s
dreaming me. Am I the dreamer or the dream? I don’t know.
Dawn broke brittle Monday morning, the sky cracked like eggs
but I didn’t know it because I wasn’t there. I was somewhere dark,
listening to water slowly drip, drip, drip.

Ronald Ray can be reached via barkmoon13@yahoo.com, http://ronraylit.wordpress.com, and http://bark.deviantart.com.

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