A Poem For ‘Morning’ People
by Alexander McKay
Groaning the gateways to the soul opens
Skin on skin bonded with tears and dust
Pull madly against the mind
Adjust to the light, blind and impartial
Slowly the muscles find form, tense and contract
A musical orchestra of aches and pains
This room, the smells of past meals
Caked on spices and burned grease
A quick flick of the finger, soft subtle beep
Then the most horrific of screeches
An ear splitting noise that carves
Digs and maims into the toughest victim
A few seconds of hellish screams
Decades of memories blended and mangled
Silence…sweet silence….then…
Drip…drip….drip
Blood falling to the pool
The aftermath of the war
Chilling, comforting, hypnotizing
Drops of black gold dance through the pot
Steam hostile as it enters the nose
But it’s scent soothes this
Hot fire in liquid form, coating
Encircling and enveloping the body
The spike
The rush
Eyes dilate like a sun imploding
And so it begins
A man and his coffee
About the Author
Alexander McKay is a student at Ohlone Community College in Fremont, California, and majors in Social Sciences. Aside from writing, he enjoys playing sports, working on and riding bicycles and listening to his collection of vinyl records.
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To whomever reads this poem I wholeheartedly thank you! I wanted to make it know and give special consideration to Odalis (Kiddo), Marissa (Diva) and Sara, these are the three ladies in my life that not only gave inspiration for this poem but inspiration to write at all!