Good Morning

Good morning
No I never heard those words said
Replayed, over in my mind 1000 times and still they’ll never get old
Good morning
Never felt them hit me, a bully
Laughing in my face I dare him punch me
And secretly a coward I hope he never will confront me
Take my lunch money
Milk change Bus change waiting for some world change
This is for the nocturnal roamers, not the daylight welcomers
The need my morning coffee not the hit the day 5’ers
Good morning
What do those words even mean anymore?
Everyone is boring waking up on the wrong side of every bed
Every stranger’s bed, familiar beds, hospital or motel beds
Beds made of out sticks and stones that break your bones
And back because they’re not made to wish-stand you
This life was not made to sustain you
80 year just sounds so long
I’ll take 60, maybe 50. Half way to 100 is enough
That’s enough; just enough, no more please
The sun’s raise are alarming, not near charming
And how can you greet days with sweetest smiles
Like you’re made of OJ, jam and cereal.
Like somebody pushed you out of sunrays womb and begged you to come find the moon
And give up when it comes out.
Good morning?
Please, maybe I am just bitter, too old a soul for this body in which I do wither
But goddamn, I hope that someone hears my words from on the earth
Or distant worlds and finds me and tells me there’s a place where no sun lives
And humans thrive with no Vitamin D, the place for me
Good morning and good night.