mornings

When rulers of paper news
Knew too much to tell the truth
You know
I never misread you.

Half of what I didn't do
Is left between your fingers
And eventually flicked into the ashtray

Saturday I sent some roses
Complicated stories by not giving names
to the picture frames that hang
You never get to choose your noose

And I'm hungry on the balcony
And your waiting for the car to thaw
And I'm dying to get to know you

Your pupils broke like ink and leaked into the whites of your eyes.
Understand this didn't catch mine until they leaked out on my paper
This is over both our heads

"C'mon let's go get breakfast"

I watched the movies
Like home movies
And like how I feel at home
With you
And you're chewing at your noose
I feel so proud of you