SUNRISE SNOOZES

I feast upon a luscious cake of toxic excuses,
savoring the icy goo of yawning euphoria
letting the nerve glue of lethargy
clog my blood of passions and purpose
till it mummifies any wishful strides that might inspire.

Another morn
have I failed to mourn the loss of self and life's fleeting pulse
content to sleep of soul and thought,
feigning vows that will never be kept
with lies about tomorrow promises.