Paul

The sun rises uneven, cars fill up their lanes, this won't wait 'till evening, beyond the night sky, all I need to say, is what is life outside, a social rush of energy, coffee tastes the same, who needs good reason, I might sail on the line, it matters that you stay, not go off this time, with my dawn novena, my paper smile a hurricane, my bones ache a treat, I know it’s not fine, in and out I pray, drink some more sweet wine, bars like visions of disease, what I have to fake, not just my swollen feet, but my utter shame.