<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574308" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Sunday Morning,2p.m</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Morning dawns slowly through the smoke<br>its gentle nudging wakes me from my from my sleep<br>Bodies, mounds of sweating flesh, scattered on the floor<br>Their figures smell like morning breath, though they don’t know what morning’s for.<br>And dead eyes stare, glassy, red and sore<br>straining through a murky fog. <br>Glistening yellow skin stirs, <br>ripe aubergine lips<br>A dying frog croak calls for aspirin<br>Or anything to quell the pain; <br>some cough drops for the grater in my throat<br>And anything to get my swollen belly flat again.<br>Ghostly, spectral figures float vaguely through the fog<br>Their mouths and eyes as blurry as their thoughts<br>a jigsaw puzzle memory with the edges gone<br>vanished in a world of Sunday’s.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Jack+Turner">Jack Turner</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=574308" data-title="Sunday Morning,2p.m de Jack Turner" data-description="Morning dawns slowly through the smoke its gentle nudging wakes me from my from my sleep Bodies, mounds of sweating flesh, scattered on the floor Their figures smell like morning breath, though they don’t know what morning’s for. And dead eyes..."></div> </div> </div>

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