with thoughts of morning by jake kilroy.
when i rolled out of bed,
all the piano keys tumbled out of my throat.
when i hit the shower,
all the paint drops adorned me immaculate.
when i dressed myself,
all the blankets i wrote at campfires swarmed me.
when i poured my cereal,
but when i started the car,
there was just the hum of the engine
and one bird singing a sour note far beyond.