waiting on the corner of 5th and nowhere  

 
 
 
 
 
the morning has  
overslept  
 
dreams left behind  
are thorns in my bed  
 
a brisk walk in the  
iodine air
 
going to get an order  
of eggs 'a la apocalypse  
 
drinking Bloody Mary's  
with Stalin, Courtney  
Love and Dali  
 
scraping the bird shit
of the day off of the
brain
 
it's the footsteps that
you can't hear coming  
that will always get you
 
hands of fate
 
all hands on deck  
 
getting a handle on
life  
 
life,
sooner or later
hands you over
to God
 
let's hope that  
along the way
we've made an
angel or two
smile along this  
long, craggy,
abysmal and  
completely beautiful
road to heaven