wake up stare up
at the shapes they make
dinosaurs, t-rexes mostly
the state of oklahoma
and jesus’s face
im awake but not hungry
smelling my stomach
tasting what i want
which is coffee
some stimulant
to exercise to jolt my mind
its utmost function
of the shapes in the water
and their shadows in the shower
within the newfound
blue sky blue cloud
awareness,
the street of awareness
and harmony, like my friend
named Burns when she *‘created a slow,
two-step harmony
in her soul’* on Louis Street,
and that other song,
when it goes, *'Lord,
take me down to me
Mexico, Rosarito’s,
Baja, California...'*
a place I’ve never
been.