tis morn…always morn…

3 o’clock… lonely time…

purple hours…

awaiting what…

cup of joe… peek of sun…touch of your hand…

darkness…offers no comfort…never did…yet…i lay in it’s mystery…every night…every night…

where were you my love… his name…cool car…did he buy dinner…

nice work if you can get it…

perhaps i should’ve tried harder…it was all so easy…pain always is…no rest…overtime guarenteed…

tis ’round in bars…bedrooms…backseats…back-alleys…brothels with timecards always punched…no need to look…the slap is coming…

tick tock…tick tock…tick tock…

and in this morn i wait for what…what…a girl… fix… temporary savings…

honey…I’m home…