Sad to Say

[ilpoe]

There is nothing clever about sunrise
it is a shallow redundancy of illumination
what you’ve concocted as a replacement for clarity
the night before - willfully falling into dreams
schemes of cinema unkempt by the subconscious
and the parody of all this mis en scene unable to excuse itself
for the moment, at 11:44, this poem teams with silence
has a disdain for timelessness, the second hand squaring
itself against the hash mark of mid day - held ineffective
against the tipping shoreline igniting the coast
a cigarette butt laying spineless as a peninsula
in the oblate depths of the ashtray,
a loose barcode taped to the desktop
the decay of coffee on my morning breath.
Saying no when I saw a stain.