Which Morning Shall I Remember
by Douglas Gilbert
6:18 and the production of me.
Maybe I don’t like me this new day.
I’ve got a claw on my
glass of whiskey and orange juice, and
I think like I might be alive, because
I remember I had so many dreams, and
I don’t mean the nightmares I have now,
no, I mean, I used to be human,
I used to sing, or I thought so.
If I fall asleep again,
I will have a nightmare.
I don’t think I ever want to sleep again.
I think I want to speak like a filibuster, because
I want to speak my heart as if
I mattered, a little
a little silly
sometimes I could dance
and sometimes I felt human
sometimes someone loved me
and I wanted to leap into the air
like I could fly and the angels
would catch me if I fell, but
there is nobody who ever
caught me when I fell
I just feel bruised, and
everything hurts more
And it is not a recommended