EVERY NIGHT I SPIT A BIT

daily losing

over each morning
the average man gets up
closing his tomb feeding up the nest
with the light of the day he can conquer
you may say
but the lazy creature boneless silly
became aware of last night’s heavy bombing
and rest
he could even feel it now after such time left
the dreaming so tight not telling a lie
the rain the snow the people alive
yet he wonders
what if you’re nothing but the vest
and I’m right on schedule
for this test
the man asks