Morning Is No Mercy

Morning leaks through torn curtains,
thin and colourless as old milk.
The sky looks second-hand.

Your borrowed lipstick stains
the rim of a coffee cup,
The neon light has gone silent.
Its prophecy spent,
hangs in the window
like a halo
over a fallen saint of vacancy.

Billboards blink awake,
while the highway stretches its spine

Last night’s stars are gone
not faded, not hidden -
just erased
like tears held underwater.

Your shadow touches mine
and recoils.
Daylight is too harsh
for what we are now.

A screen door slams.
Somewhere, a radio preacher
thanks God for another chance.

We say nothing.

Because we both know
morning didn’t save the world -
it only showed us
what the dark was kind enough
to obscure.

Reviews

[Michael Sun Bear]

Noah, this is brilliant. I love some of your lines: thin and colorless as old milk, The sky looks second hand,
While the highway stretches its spine. I’m on my fourth reading. Going into my Favorites library.