Early hour calling—it’s a calming rush of ease

Now sleep is over and I can now cease

To lie in the dark, with her long tendrils falling

Over my limbs in the hot summer stalling

‘Til I see the sun rise in the morning past the trees

The birds sing my freedom song

I slip out to leave

Her heavy eyelids permit me to reach

Past her limp guarding digits

To the precious car keys

 

The road is my home

When sleep can’t relieve

The barraging mistakes I relive in my dreams

She knows my secrets and each tender button to push

She reminds me I’m imperfect

Each eyebrow a bush

She is mean

Aggressive

Deceitful.

She is “sweet

Addictive

Delightful”.

 

Why can’t I escape

For good on this road?

If gas was free

I’d never come home

To see that she has kindly waited up for me

To rehash each shortcoming

She’s recording to show

Me when I won

And me when I lost

Me when I couldn’t remember my phone number

I feel exhaust

Because there’s no way to reach me

Without her speaking for me first

She is the first line of contact

And I need to burst

 

Out of her grasp

So before she awakes

I feel of her pulse

And my God—she’s a fake!

There is no life in her but my own touch I feel

I can stay or go as I please

For now she’s not real

I wake up this morning

For sure by myself

Take my license to liberty

Off of the shelf

 

So that’s why I daily

Can spring up when I see

The morning has come

And I can just be.