Are you even remotely awake yet?
Remote Control
I lie here
4 o’clock early
Reporting the facts
Through blue eyes
Covered with life
Yet, still I see
Reaching for volume control
Lost, remote, alone
In this crowded bed
Planning to get well
Design my thoughts
Structuring my plan
With no assurance
Ordering the voices
To go away
Then laughter screams at me
The folly of the notion
That I can control any of this
1st cup 2nd smoke
Good Morning
One cup, no smokes for me thanks. Love this poem Hydropro-lific!
Heart of The Matter – Don Henley – Acoustic Cover – Chad Doucette
