hellllloooo???

Really early morning post.

Brain still in haze.

Hear sounds of highway.

Day presses light feathers

onto face, to wake me.

Voices outside

Literally biting into

skin like day is a Peach

Heavy morning glazed with

thought and motorcycle

dream revving, corner of

logic and fantasy finding.

Drifting into personality.

Spiritual succulence.

The day is a map and

I am a carefully placed X.