MIRROR OF SMASHED MORNINGS

When she kisses me
she falls across my mask like warm coffee
awake in this cold house
beer is breakfast
and chipped teeth battle everytop
two old dogs keep the watch
cleaning cuts and sores
cleaning the fallen sights
tragic fingers trace the keyboards commentary
spilt whiskey rivers run dry
executed in some memory
old friends sleep through the peeling skin
critical stranger carrying the unshaven face of the lost
please carry mine