I'm woken up most mornings
By either a gentle mix of piano
and a delicately played flute,
or Colin Meloy apologising to Steven
for losing his bicycle again.
I have friends who say
that morning wood is the best way
to start a day,
but I am of the opinion
that this is better,
and easier to clean.
Showing posts with label bed. Show all posts
Showing posts with label bed. Show all posts
Tuesday, February 27, 2007
Morning Rythm
Labels:
art,
bed,
masturbation,
morning,
music,
sex,
silly,
sleep,
the present,
waking up
Sunday, January 7, 2007
Stacks
Stacks of memories
bits and pieces
stuck on my bed
in a limbo
so to speak
I have to find out
Where they need to be
Who they belong to
And what they really are
Before I can do anything
To lessen
the stacks of memories
stuck on my bed
bits and pieces
stuck on my bed
in a limbo
so to speak
I have to find out
Where they need to be
Who they belong to
And what they really are
Before I can do anything
To lessen
the stacks of memories
stuck on my bed
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