morning has broken... me and my swirling head ....the blackbird has spoken to me of life .....choices and ....bad breath the cat of humble has ..... dragged me home and left me....bedraggled..... ....upon the kitchen mat... for the daylights bright corusculating light to pin me..... between the eyes ....my remedy... of coffee black with asprin on the side... is over glacial plain ......hangover wide mountain..... ofΒ Β roaring rending, sounding, guilt ....top high let the shower hot then cold then freezing then hot...... cleanse the grit, grime tequila lime, rime..... away ...........time to be bright ... time to be right..... .....and start the godamned day
old friends, tequila and a late night spent as tho i was again 22, too many nips not enough water as i said entirely my.....