Night, Waking, Morning

(When You Go to Bed)

Night time streets,

No wind and no clouds,

Just the moon

And the road.

Lights are off.

The walls are cast in a pale blue.

The room

Is still,

It is silent and yawning.

Scratches on the roof of your mouth,

Little scabs on your arms.

Dirty hair,

Hot showers,

Laying on the floor

As water spills over your cold skin.

Sheets that are soft,

A neck that is stiff,

Eyes that are dry,

A head that is numb

And buzzing

And tight.

(When You Wake Up)

All the buzzing cars

Of our land and home which we rest our heads upon,

They wake with proud and rolling roars,

With bellows that shake our bones,

And take our legs,

And lift them up from out of bed.

All the little men,

With littler phones and messy hair,

Drink their coffee all alone,

And smile at their little screens.

And the men whisper to their hands,

Today will be the day that the sun will brightly rise,

Today the price of gas will go down,

And today the world will find itself

Amidst the throws of love and smiling mouths.'

And these little men-

And these buzzing cars,

And this earth which spins wildly into nothing and everything,

And this sun,

This moon-

Who is to say that little men

And littler screens

Are any less immaculate?

(When You Walk to School)

Sun hits the tin roofs,

And it melts the sky like Vaseline.

The pinks fade in,

To rolling blues.

The folks I see

All seem to shine.

Sun hits the white clouds,

And the light bends down to kiss our legs.

As folks who walk

With open eyes,

They go to live

Their smiling lives.

Sun sinks, just a bit,

And the breeze folds up into a bed

For all the clouds

Alone to lay,

And for I, here,

To lay and watch.