Poem

I probably want to punch you.

snored myself awake,
today,
just in time
for sunrise.

this is life
and if you think about it,
street signs don't matter.

one morning,
that's where god is...

in notebooks,
in girls on planes,
in girls on ground,
in girls in notebooks.

then it happens again in red.

strange prayer,
blue need,
new heroes.