Sunday morning
stumbling mumbling
stumbling mumbling
With nothing much
but little else to do
but little else to do
Skirting seedy stories
in the sinful Sunday news
in the sinful Sunday news
a sad type of
Times New Roman Blues
Times New Roman Blues
Eggs over easy
with coffee steaming hot
with coffee steaming hot
Discovering once again
life after sleep
life after sleep
Harshly disapproving
eyes of sunlight shards
eyes of sunlight shards
My mind is featherbedding
on the lighter side of deep
on the lighter side of deep
Floating by my ear is
a mournful love song playing
a mournful love song playing
Someone’s mirror image
A flypast on reflection
A flypast on reflection
As I nibble crunch my toast
the day at last kicks in
Feeling guilty
with my static no direction
the day at last kicks in
Feeling guilty
with my static no direction
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