My Morning Song

“Love set you going like a fat gold watch.”

The surge.

The cool liquid through
My spine.

Stories told
From another time.

Once you have a child,
Does the world begin to rhyme?

Calm your belly,
Little -

With the gripe
And the thyme.

The lights -

The feeling is so lovely.
Should it be a crime?

Low moon.

Down the yellow road.

Once I saw
The bloody
Show -

The button music,
Let it go.

Be with me.

He saw the water.

Transcend -
Flow.