with lungs
a wasteland of bad memories
i breathe in morning
as i still shake off the night
different locale
same war zone
is served to me with
oatmeal and lemon tea
that dull pain
in my left ankle prods me
into routine
i look in the mirror
and prepare myself
to defend my sanity
in a world that says
crazy is the new world regime.
9.27.07
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