Dawn

Let's write the first sunbeams touching you
as a lover would, as I would
(although there's nobody here)

And the first drowsy music of the birds
awakening beneath my window
in the rose light of dawn
(although it's well past dawn
and I couldn't hear them anyway
with the clock radio
blaring Fox Propaganda Channel)

It's properly poetic
And will impress people far more
than what I'm really thinking
as I reach for snooze, which is
Smokey Links are tasty
But I'm out, So I can't have any
with my breakfast egg.
Bummer.