Monday morning before dawn strikes and
I'm still expecting you to come out of my room
and ask me why I'm up writing when I should be either
or asleep with you.
To answer that question you would have
asked had you been here
Self actualization takes time, honey...
and you set me back a couple steps
so I write before dawn and don't sleep.
That is my way of coping with a string of coal pearls that looked
like the real thing
smelled like it
tasted like it
felt like it and made me believe
I didn't need to dig ditches anymore
in overalls and thigh high rubber boots
for jewels and beautiful things that
would pleasure my eye.