I AM DONE

with the flip side of fun . . .

brain packed full with faces in the sudden AM

like

i

lived

eight days in one waking black dawn night

reality rushes in

a noon lit stampede of sharp edges and harsh colour

i

savour the quiet breakfast of eggs

and 

then i commute

work; one five second cathedral song note found the office door

a siren!

WERE YOU A CHOIRBOY

i ask

sharp she says

I WAS NEVER COCKY ENOUGH