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"Wake UP"
"Wake UP" they say.
COme now from the dim depths of that boring sleep.
You, yes you, dumbly huffing your dreams to dust
bundled in a sheet a blanket, coated coldly in your own sweat.
Rise now to the dusky dawn of 7am the streets
dripping with last nights rain
the air cool but thick.
Put on the hot water for coffee or tea
put on the stove for eggs with spinach and onions and cheese,
stumble from the dark of your windowless room,
stumble to the door, push it open and take in the beginning
of the day, the beginning of the day. Take it in
push it straight down into your knotted and tired gut,
push it straight down to your sleepy and itchy dick
to your tingling feet.
Push it down down down. Take in this day like its a meal
like it's mashed potatoes with so much butter and a little cheese
take it in like msg laden soup, like you can't stop
take this day in like drugs, like its 3am and all you want is more
more more more booze
more sex
more coke
more molly
more fun
more life
more night
more love
more party
more money.
Yes now. this is how to start the day. the same way you end it.
with hunger, unending, bottomless. this is the way to do it.