I was tired from the outset.
My brain had just shut down.
We were waiting for the time change.
All the warmth had just left town.
I was living near the freeway..
With small beds of memory foam.
There was nothing to remember.
And no hair was left to comb.
When I tripped on your umbrella
You were huddled under rain.
I was hungry and delirious
I was buckling from the strain.
Then this sound that was like singing.
Soundd like a thing that you might keep.
And I faded off to dream world.
In a deep and monstrous sleep.