The shades
by your
bedroom
windows
blow
in rhythm
to the
early
morning
sky.

and the
anticipation
of the
moment
when
you first
awake,

comes to
me like
a siren
dream.

and it
may just
be a
Monday
morning
to the
rest of
the world
but not
to us.

this moment
is everything.

and the
true
beauty
of the
day.

is the
moment
you first
awake.

and i
look over
to you
and witness
the sun's
first coming
into your
eyes.

and I
feel

warmth.

and my
coffee
lies
cold

upon
our kitchen
table.

till noon.

good
morning
eggs
frying

milk
*****
babies
crying

drool
*****
m­ommy's
dying

In stately conclave met 1, each in his chair
The board of school trustees arrange their notes
And after an approved, appropriate prayer
They nod in their wisdom, then “aye” their votes

Entrusted with the dear, sweet children’s learning
With attendance down and the taxes up
The trustees feel a deep and mystical yearning
To make your child p*ss in a plastic cup

History, literature – what need of these?
(Make sure the valedictorian pees)

1 Chesterton

Know.
this.

I have
the same
dreams,

I feel
the same
change
of seasons
and need
for restless
walks..

I hunger
for the
same
desires
and union
of souls.


and I
will find
you .

in the
wind.

in ancient
spirit
calls..

in diamond
speckled
skies
at night.

know this.

from
this moment
on I  will
hold
closer
still in

the sunrise
when I
first awake.

and sigh....