Morning hum

an oscillating stir
hides its hum
under blankets
of red-blooded
self-deception

machines stuttering
on dreams
of warm meat

what is "tomorrow"
when it
wakes with
the same feeling
when it
wakes with
the same friction

when it
wakes with
a friction

that could start a fire

the taste of its truth
a dryness
in the mouth
that cannot be
extinguished