Rebert, Upstairs, Spring.

Marrow in my bones inspires me to
Sit down this late morn
And think and think and think
Me and Bobby McGee dreams
And Summertime melodies echoing in my head
 
Jeans still wet – thank you broken dryer- 
on my legs
Feels like when you climb out of the river and 
get dressed too fast
On those days on the water which led to quiet
night swimming
And escapades only Orion has seen
 
But why this morning?
What does today say to me
That yesterday could not speak of?
And what is all of this leading me to
The sun is pouring down lava light
And I am stuck in here
 
In my room writing writing writing
 
Slave to the grind
Stone
Paper
Margin
The mania of muses
 
The cd turns to Alanis and I wonder how
appropriate I am in my life
What shall I dissect today in my mind and
Let the world see and tear apart
 
And I feel slapped when I consider present
circumstances
Of white shirts and black skirts which make me
look like a waitress
And red hair turning browner and browner –
thank you springtime sun
 
I realize with a yawn how exhausting I am