MORRIS ALWAYS DIES ON WEDNESDAYS [AMOM 01]

[MORRIS ALWAYS DIES ON WEDNESDAYS]

Each poem is a gun

Loaded with blanks

Most times 

A long shot 

In the dark 

At ghosts

Shadows from too many Saturdays 

Slowly bleeding into dull nothingness 

Sundays blur

Mondays fog

One-eyed Tuesdays 

Target dry sentences

Wishing it were Friday

It's Wednesday now 

Lengthiest day of the week 

A heatwave’s never-ending tongue 

Stretching beyond the dying sun

Soft egg words hard boiling

Falling off incandescent terraces

Failing to hit solid mind ground 

Solid anything

Apprehending nothing 

A new month 

Just as empty

Morris doesn't care anymore 

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#noirpoetry365 poem 027 | #AMOM2026 POEM 01

NOIR POETRY 365 is a year-long creative writing project/personal challenge.

A MONTH OF MORRIS (AMOM JULY 2026) is a challenge within that challenge.