The Morning After

The Morning After


Tis the morning after,
The night before,
I open my eyes slowly,
And find myself sprawled on the floor,
Vague memories of dancing,
Of Tibetan midgets and whores,
Fill my mind,
As I promise never again nevermore,
What did I get up to?
I have no clue,
Then with gripping terror,
I notice I now have a tattoo,
Who is Sonia?
Where does she fit into my life?
Looking at the tattoo,
It seems she is now my wife,
Orange juice from now on,
I make this oath,
As I stagger to the kitchen,
To make some dry toast,
The time for apologies,
Must now begin,
The only question that remains,
whose damn house am I in?

The sun is up.
I'm up before you.
Your skin reflects the sun.

You snore.
I laugh and drift back into unconciousness.

Tonight I will miss you
like the sky will miss the sun.