Thoughts Before the Sun
Deep liquid dark.
Caffeine coursing through my wet.
Light it bring to me.
Let us lattice.
Ain’t no free lunch to give away,
just a bunch of fee.
Karma curves around in end
to cover sloppy seconds,
juicy fruits.
Each day a cavatina,
no second strain or repetition,
yet echo of the same.
In this pre-dawn womb
of dark and safe and caffeine quiet,
bulk of day is born.
My song I sing the same,
to get through day
unspreading pressing pain.
May the sky of sun be blue,
may the flowers flower
and love be true.
– Smith, 4.29.2015
