It's 9 am your throbbing eyes
pull you towards awake
The town hums hot outside
to a tune of 13 minutes,
buzzing nerves; roll out of bed
and try to calm the ******* shakes
and 6 times
in the last hour,
tried to swallow
those distinct, familiar notes
swollen throat won't go away
You're drying out. You're mopping up
the yolks of eggs with half-burnt toast
And hearing snips of songs on radios
down the alley from your home.
But the paint's all dry on this one--
and this breakfast's monochrome
One more time
choke back the losses
on a streak that's growing long
and ever thicker
It's 2 pm and coffee's tasty
it's making your eyes ache
The town shares your migraine
And streets laugh at your footsteps.
with the strangest sympathy
Try to still the ******* shakes
as you cross the Lewis bridge
Just to shiver with the spirits
while they howl about your head.
But, outside, the town hums hot.
Oct 28, 2012
Oct 28, 2012 at 11:42 AM UTC
It's 9 am your throbbing eyes
pull you towards awake
The town hums hot outside
to a tune of 13 minutes,
buzzing nerves; roll out of bed
and try to calm the ******* shakes
and 6 times
in the last hour,
tried to swallow
those distinct, familiar notes
swollen throat won't go away
You're drying out. You're mopping up
the yolks of eggs with half-burnt toast
And hearing snips of songs on radios
down the alley from your home.
But the paint's all dry on this one--
and this breakfast's monochrome
One more time
choke back the losses
on a streak that's growing long
and ever thicker
It's 2 pm and coffee's tasty
it's making your eyes ache
The town shares your migraine
And streets laugh at your footsteps.
with the strangest sympathy
Try to still the ******* shakes
as you cross the Lewis bridge
Just to shiver with the spirits
while they howl about your head.
But, outside, the town hums hot.
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