The morning

I know that I'm not a poet because I get too bored with the words. And all I can see is the wasted time and there's no sublime like the small of your back; the base of your spine. What was it that you...

In the morning When the birds are still asleep You can feel it No cars are on the street It's anybody's day It could go any way Why wouldn't you want to make The most of it? In the morning There's...