I love to open my eyes to dim mornings of cool damp
dribbling soft in through gaping windows
it warms my heart to see day hollowed out so
by feeling of invading purple and grey
excitement tickles down to core
and seeps wicked confidence to less noble intention
because on these mornings I feel absolutely sure
when evil vibrations rouse retired consciousness
grumbles will crawl out of squinted eyes
and when they meet with lazed gift of absent sun
all I need is tug on juicy flesh of lower lip
and there'll be no work for us today.







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