Paul Two

The sun rises in steam, along the freeway, nothing waits 'till evening, beyond the morning sky, you still have to name, what carries you inside, it won’t do to freeze, cars fill up their lanes, you’ll need a good reason, not to lie, it matters what you say, not go off this time, my dawn novena, tempers a hurricane, it’s to make you see, what you’ve known awhile, between times I crave, smokes and red wine, night brings little release, where is the hand brake, in your testimony, you use again, again, again.