Talking To The Sun

Peace to bunny's on the street who provide me 

with the pleasure of lighting their cigarette 

and asking them about the mud on the bottom of their boots...


Not sayin' that happened to me today, 

but the sky's are so gray, I feel the need to 

show my gratitude before it all ever happens

It's been almost a year now. Please don't rain on my Jazz,

 because I chose to keep the red pen I use to cross off all 

the days that have passed since that first winter.

 It adds sophistication to trying to remember...

I'm also curious if there will ever be a point 

where I forget to use it anymore

If it does, then I'll know how many days 

it took to get to my favorite part. The needle has been put to the groove, 

now it's time to wait and let the honey drip

What's with the curious eye? You're making me nervous because I don't have my best hat on. Did you see the hole in me that I hide behind cigarettes and coffee?

Oh, all the questions that I've rehearsed to answer. I've gotten standing ovations from ghosts who understand my monologue. They've been here ever since S/he stopped wondering.

The shoes are tied, and I haven't even put them on yet. I like them like that, so all I have to do is take that last step. And it's on. Ice Cream, for bent spoons block party when we see the moon and it's time for us to all to turn into vampires, who get weaker in the morning.