Can i add just one dash of color
to your all black wardrobe
your black and white photography
your dark poetry
your cup of coffee
Can I be the colorful imperfection
in your perfect dark world

to stay tucked up and warm in bed
to dream on and wonder
where I am being led
or to rise up into another day,

hmm,
I'll throw the dice,
ugh a three, a two,
don't like those
I'll throw the dice twice,

I need a double six
threw a double one,
where the hell are my socks
wonder where they've gone?

Sleep is just a washing machine
it turns your world around
and rinses you clean,

I am awake
awoke
had my coffee
rolled a smoke
spoke to my Lady
She said,
not likely,
still only Monday
and I'm moving along.

7:10 a.m.
and i'm already
having an
emotional
breakdown . .

I’m stuck between a letter and a word
pushing towards the end of a line
in many a meaning, I’ve shamefully erred  
to make sense of a sentence and a rhyme
all this effort consumes me
It bleeds my heart to think
my soul is weighing heavy
till poetry pours out of me like ink
many a thought often slay me
I rewrite to find release
I’m lost, till you find me
crying out, “read me…please”