the morning ache is coming about
waiting in a smoke hazed fresh room
condemning the birds, running from light
there's nothing miserable about today
only one small hindrance, empty shell
i don't want closed eyes, it's only wasteful
i'm in a trance, no coherent words escape me
only muddled half rhymes and well planned allowances
see how tall these lines are thinning
not small and sharp, ran from the beginning
open empty, alcoves are plenty and growing
tiny ulcers form inside my neck
crawling on out, searching for light
open your mouth, swallow this might
wash it right down, and clutch it so tight
don't let it go, not now, not tonight
see where this heads, i bet it's alright