Early In The Morning

peace and quiet

Early in the morning, as the silence surrounds me,

and the warmth comforts me, I let my mind wander.

It relives moments from the past, near and far.

Pastoral, lazy memories, or sometimes plunging 

daggers

that play over and over; if I'd only done this,

if I'd only said that, if only, if only; now sleep is 

elusive,

can someone tell me how to shut this thinking s**t up?

Oh, and now, to add to my wakefulness, restlessness,

the barking neighbor dog, whose owners don't care,

has started yammering, howling, barking at the moon, 

I guess.

And a car alarm down the way further shatters

the illusion of quit peace. Great, between my neon 

brain,

the barking mutt, and the blaring alarm drilling a 

tunnel

through my nerves, I might as well get up. I can just 

as well

be pissed off with a cups of coffee in my hand, 

reading

posts about how moronic I am from people who 

disagree

politically; you know, now that I think about it, that 

doesn't

sound much better than this thinking s**t, so I guess 

I'm screwed!

Sure, the coffee sounded good, but not good enough 

to leave

the sanctuary of my blankets, so I'll just tell my brain 

to shut its pie hole,

roll over, try to get comfortable, and go back to sleep, 

once again;

tomorrow's going to blow now!