Morning, Partly Cloudy

every day waking is as slow as dawn
and questions hurt like the word ‘touch’
spread the honey evenly over the toast

the light is thin like an old man’s skin
and even my eyes are turning grey
every day waking is as slow as dawn

some of our romances end in rainbows
we are but a membrane
spread the honey evenly over the toast

i wrap my arms around myself
the comfort of this sole nocturnal sun
every day waking is as slow as dawn

attempting to recall all the things to forget
chatting in the face of the ravenous millions
spread the honey evenly over the toast

you’ll never see beyond your mirror
when the darkness makes you close your eyes
every day waking is as slow as dawn
spread the honey evenly over the toast


Matt Hetherington (Australia)