A Friable Autopsy Of Time

Decided to slice open I got up
Truly a decisive morning And thought of cutting open
Autopsied the yawning Morning's main body
That made it such Harsh lumps to the left
Why was it incisive Smoother to the right
Why did I think it wise Away I went
Yet uttered a demise Hoping to gasp at the midline
So fast and derisive And be thoroughly surprised
A flesh of time slain Perhaps even thrilled
My attitude truly hooked As I knew indeed
Blades were my hands That mornings were
Just bleeding strands A product
As I looked again looked Probably on rent

Yet again

But nothing was proven
And a thought was sowing
In the afternoon going /Afternoon seeds flowing
That I didn't learn much

Renting bodies each and every morning

Time was sliced open at 2: 46 AM almost by the end of summer 2010

poem by Francisco Reichd'Almeida
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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