MORNING JOURNEY

MORNING JOURNEY
3/11/97

Did you come and go that day?
Why did you just dissolve away?
Like toilet mints
You’re on my mind
But is it thought or you my memory finds
A whispered hint
A chance you find
All the “could have beens” left behind
Like yellow lights
I should have ran
Always finish journeys you began

Always keep life in your sites
Because every day is a gun

To touch your skin, like burning silk
A moment I beg time to milk
Like orgasm
And then it is gone
Investing that this night will bring a dawn
Fill this chasm
Cock morning's gun
Each moment is both ending and begun

Pull the trigger, bullets are the young
If you’ve nothing to say, why do you have a tongue?