Good Morning, Blue

Time to rise

Time to wake

Fall out of your sheets

Eat some jelly and toast

Start thinking of your morning excuse

Plan on the time you’ll call me

Your day after call on the phone

Time to rinse

Time to make

Crawl out from under the truth

Let it be slippery – slide through your fingers

Mud wet wed

Turn the dim lights on

And I wonder these days,

Why don’t you recognize me anymore?

© 2006 David Greg Harth

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