Early Morning Thoughts

Early in the midst of a chaotic frenzy I caught the fragrance of her sweat grin And my heart did a swirling spin When I saw that vision of erotic delight There I stood Alone in a somehow too dismal room Full of vibrant people I knew not what to say So, I spent that dismal day Thinking dismal morbid thoughts of lugubrious doom Thoughts what might happen that day And what might have been if I had the courage to say Hello Thus, it went Years after ever melancholy year Days after ever gloomy days Nights of self-induced torture Months of nightly rancid beer There it went Now I am sitting and thinking Thoughts so gloomy I still don’t know Life belongs to the living Not to the morbid mystic dreamers Nor the poets dying