Early morning
before the sun,
I lay my head
no longer young.
Pushing for sleep,
but it is lost.
Cold *** weather
cookies been tossed.
Water glass
next to my head.
Yawning slowly,
the living dead
Sleep is distant
can barely see,
thinking of you
here next to me
Scratchy sheets
and lumpy bed.
Springs are poky
clothes been shed.
Take a pill,
take two more.
Go out to town
find a *****
On the corner,
there she stands.
On broken glass,
and dented cans.
**** her once,
and then again.
Lay back down,
find sleep my friend...
Jan 25, 2010
Jan 25, 2010 at 7:58 AM UTC
Early morning
before the sun,
I lay my head
no longer young.
Pushing for sleep,
but it is lost.
Cold *** weather
cookies been tossed.
Water glass
next to my head.
Yawning slowly,
the living dead
Sleep is distant
can barely see,
thinking of you
here next to me
Scratchy sheets
and lumpy bed.
Springs are poky
clothes been shed.
Take a pill,
take two more.
Go out to town
find a *****
On the corner,
there she stands.
On broken glass,
and dented cans.
**** her once,
and then again.
Lay back down,
find sleep my friend...