Upon Waking

I saw a dark mouth

mock me at sunrise;

it licked itself

and moved like a parasite

sucking light.

The sun-

with troubled ascension,

stirred slowly in the sky

as my spinal desire

held me in place.

Firmamental suffocation.

Golden sunbeam

celebration.

Having felt death

and burning joy

both before breakfast,

I made a mark

to spark the copper wire

of my dawning

consolation,

while waiting for the motion

of retreating shade.