Morning

Holed up insde a
lean-to,I watch d
mornng
sleep-walkrs,
jiggling joggers n
cootchie cooing
cples. General Sun
lies drunk behnd
layers upon layers
of grimfaced, evn
faceless clouds. My
fellow
limb-draggers, frm
louche giants to
svelte starry-eyed
teens, scatter like
fearridden fowls,
soon as sky sprays.

- Max