MONDAY'S POET
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Driving Towards the Day
Bringing myself together this
morning,
Allowing each thought a bid for
the day.
I negotiate the whole person while
bathing,
Knowing who I'll be when I set on
my way.
I'm passed on the road by
searching splintered faces,
Peering in cars for some hints or
traces.
I imagine them planning with slow
mindless compares,
To define a self that feels solid
and clear.
The faces don't bother me - like
they once did,
I know I'm not real and not really
here.
I'm made up of thoughts of the
highest bid,
I drive towards the day
splintered, not clear.
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