i never did like honey-
dew drops
are meant for mornings
and coffee is made for news.
i rub the ink
off the paper,
thinking of better stories than this
awkward spouting of
tallest told truth
i ever did hear
to tell to myself
this fine fucking morning.
you are in the shower,
so i will soak up all the rays.
the sun looks better on me
any old fucking way.