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suspicious activity

my alarm clock resides
on my wrist
bringing me back to life
routinely
quietly interrupting me
from the gray side
introducing birdsong
inside a sycamore tree

my flickering eyes
letting in varying degrees
of natural light
depending upon the
day or month of year
regardless if my latest dream
has gone viral
or died a peaceful death

seems like everything
needs charging
this strange day and age
electrical pulses
running rampant
cracking open eggshells
and letting go variably
by way of sirens




april two thousand twenty
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