Paul Two

The sun rises in steam, cars fill up their lanes, this won't wait 'till evening, beyond me the morning sky, still needs to frame, all that is carried outside, a rush down the freeway, coffee tastes the same, I need a good reason, to wait in line, it matters that you stay, not go off this time, my dawn novena, is stowed like a hurricane, my bones ache a treat, I know it’s not fine, between times I pray, ask for more red wine, bars bring a sweet release, do I have to say again, it’s not my swollen feet, that carry my name.