clear thoughts of morning

i'm not much of a charmer

just a boy who grinds his teeth

the boy who grinds the coffee beans

she sees me underwater

when she skates my icy creek

& she wonders what the blade marks mean

the season of the snow man

the season of the pine tree

weeping needles fresh

from winds beating

as a blanket i am fleeting

as a mirror she's lost to me

& i'm sure her scarf & mittens disagree

tell me what am i supposed to say

when you're kissing me awake?

just before you're crying

"i should leave"

cuz you're ashamed?

sometimes we're both no good

so go on run

cuz all them dolls got eyes

& could illustrate them pretty

my love her eyes

go unadorned

& see right thru me

i cannot avoid

clear thoughts of morning

if she wants to leave me

she should leave me

without warning