Poetry by Jeff Green


Another night, another morning.

by cricketjeff on November 6, 2008.  © Jeff Green, All rights reserved

before the first trace of dawn
he drags himself down the path
fumbles with the lock
then falls
flat on the mat
that once welcomed

he climbs the stairs
cursing again
at forgetting to take off his shoes
he falls across an unmade bed

before he is horizontal

The sun streams through blinds
that are no better preserved
than he

finally a beam
finds his face
he wakes
dry mouthed and split headed
at the injustice of life
the bar food that must be to blame
and above all
at the sun
and the tattered blinds
for waking him.

Author notes

prompt: Tattered blinds