This Morning I saw a kid grinding the sun With a kaleidoscope, Futile as a waiter Grinding pepper in hell. I saw a blanket in the bike path I mistook for a body Because it was more likely To be a body. I saw a car with no one in it. No one stopped completely at the stop sign. No one looked both ways. No one went straight.
This Morning
This Morning
This Morning
This Morning I saw a kid grinding the sun With a kaleidoscope, Futile as a waiter Grinding pepper in hell. I saw a blanket in the bike path I mistook for a body Because it was more likely To be a body. I saw a car with no one in it. No one stopped completely at the stop sign. No one looked both ways. No one went straight.