good morning. pull the blinds sip my cup of java sun shines though on my glass table palm leaves rustle in the wind laughter in the distance the multiplatinum soundtrack to paradise the corona is fully visible good evening. open the blinds. flip through my Readers Digest talking faces litter my living room inked tales of heroes in my hands moving images of deserts in the box the platinum selling soundtrack to life the corona is shifting good morning. go outside sniff the salty atmosphere watch the red lights go flying by sirens blare into the wind smoke off in the distance the gold selling soundtrack to unpleasantries the corona is leaving the eclipse is ending good morning. flip on the tele. look at the weather guys unhappy face watch the lightning flash in the distace channel 6, our newest murder channel 11, new epidemic a huge pop, and then static. pounding hailstones against your window the chart flop soundtrack to hell the sun is shining brightly
i personally haven't read any poetry such as yourself writes. It is about eveyday life, everyday actions,and it seems to me how repetitive life can be. Good one.
