Another night, another morning.
by cricketjeff on November 6, 2008. © Jeff Green, All rights reserved
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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
Cursing
he climbs the stairs
then
cursing again
at forgetting to take off his shoes
he falls across an unmade bed
Snoring
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
cursing
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
English