It's one of those singer/songwriter mornings
might as well stop kidding myself, I
recognized it for what it was as soon
as the sun teased it's way between my
reluctant eyelids,

It's very likely that someone like
Neil Diamond, or David Bowie woke up today
and made the rust hanging from their unhappy minds
Shine with a white, beautifully eclectic luster
their morning prayers radiating, like
nails grinding against piano strings- the voices
That send invisible fingers rolling over the girl's spines, or
the songs that let you know your living in a time of change
No matter that you look around and see ants
digging tunnels far beneath the steps of any one
Just big and important enough not to care

I woke up. I made coffee
and waited for the coffee to turn it's self into wine
I can't be a rebel rebel,
my blue jeans are in the wash

But If I could change the world with just
five well placed chords and a few jagged melodies
I might, but I fear
The only changes that I would make would
involve the fundamental basics of the sun

You would rise only when I'm ready, you
Would fall slower, and with more variant degrees of beauty
And you would never shine on me when I lie
unhappily by myself

"Girl, you'll be a woman... soon"
Slow, Hot like good sex
Pulsing over the radio, in transient waves.


Fuck you, Neil.

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