wake me

God Wake Me
2-1-20

Albion, what am I going to do?
As Tolstoy takes up the plectrum in opossum books
Need more coffee for the waking up from what little sleep I had
Wishing I could read up on the poison that is the remedy
Where I find that I am alone having come to this determination
On Mississippi highlanders and lonely places for the faces
As a chill rightly upon my body for inspiring for my poems for diamond peculiar calls
That want to prowl and through rooms that want to be free
O, beautiful river
Flow lovesick.....