Good Morning Self

i wake up
checking my navel.

i face the mirror
to see my eyes
blinking

a face blinking
i am happy to note

that i am not bound
anymore
to that which
obsessed me last night

oversleeping over
a naked body inside my mind

this morning
as i open the window of my room

i see a black bird
rushing like a stone thrown
into a white sky

a stone with the wings
of the wind

good morning self
goodbye
persistent lust

before i forget
i got a new mask

an office man
with a very serious face

no jokes
just benign remarks
about today's
winning politician

poem by Ric S. Bastasa
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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