In The Grey Light Apartment Morning

In the grey light apartment morning

grey because filtered through 

old smoke, dust and stale incense…

it’s almost all we can do to get ourselves 

together before the sun goes down…

prisoners of entropy and failed dreams.

It’s all we can do to make a cup of coffee,

watch the cigarette ash grow longer,

listen to music from a farther room,

imagining what we still might do, as the 

sun rises higher, turning up…everything.

Oh! Xanadu! Laurel Canyon! Fifth Musser!

…the eddies of paradise in the river of life 

that appear and disappear with the currents..

A Prague Spring, Woodstock, Monterey Pop,

flash mob flash society country of flashlights…

but then I digress…

In the grey light apartment morning, life leased

for the future, routine of getting there day after

day and so on, a break for a cigarette here and 

there ’til you can’t remember how you got here.