THE SHOCK OF MORNING SMELLS SUNRISE:
Halfmoon hung in infinite Blue unloaded, warning light on,
reversing, cursing behind the wheel, animals jump into my grill,
chasing the back of a blacktop snake to a seat alone on a 5am train,
best head, best shirt, best mouth, best foot forward, clutching a
ticket for a westbound plane, praying to be let back in or am I
paying for the past again.
Stiff between the ears