Goodby Morning Person

GOODBYE MORNING PERSON Sit up Stretch Yawn Head quite empty Woozy No remembered dreams Before anything else COFFEE! It’s the cats and me Squeaky teeth Sponge bath or shower Shave Nothing profound Just life Just plain naked On the avenue (back of my mind) wheels haven’t started their daily spin The weather channel (with its mindless music) A neighborhood feel – what goes on next door in the WORLD! Yes! now it begins It’s a neighborhood thing Cannot be helped – it starts An up-and-down-the-block thing Mentally I’m out the door There are streets avenues stores a mall Something is alive out there The conviction strangely eases With the first taste I start to function And function is what it’s all about ask any newscaster Realizing this “function” it eases There is some ridiculous wholeness some sanity The night? the dream? unreal! By noon all is GO! Another drag-ass day I am this other person this programmed stiff The morning person is distant I do not even want to recall that jelly Some formula has taken hold has been in the veins all along Yes! the VEINS! There are numbers flowing Problems with no answers Problems kicked aside The “ME” has taken over Unashamed Fully astrut Going down the same uniform avenues Feeling the same guilt same lust Same unstoppable drive Goodbye morning person