SOMETHING BETTER.               12-1-12.

The buzzer hacks its usual scream

I’ve never woke yet from a dream

My hand will reach out

And kill the weard sound.

I’m up and doing my bathroom stuff

It’s done for quickness not for love

It’s automatic

Or more a cat’s lick.

I open the curtains and stare at the dark

There has to be something better

There must be a life with some kind of heart

Tell me there’s something better.

I’m in the kitchen, kettle on

I make the coffee extra strong

I sit and sip it

My brain tries to fit.

Another day is up ahead

I’d rather be inside my bed

I stick my coat on

Where did I go wrong.

I look out the window and stare at the dark...etc.