Eyelids peel like burnt circus posters.
Lips twitch, they are yawning motors.
What energy is there left to give? When all that is given is returned with no necessities to live
He swirls the liqid with his yellow smoker's nail.
He blows the liquid with a sinkhole till a sound howls.
Lips twitch, they are vacuum cleaners.
Sipping warmth
Sipping energy.
He prays for beer which would warm more than heat.
He prays for god to drop for mercy at his feet.
Eyelids close like new circus posters.
Lips sit, they are turned off motors
The energy of coffee is used for the day
A day of begging wore his palms away.
A plastic box may have benefitted more.
At least the damp wouldn't have killed him to core.
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