I Can’t Type This Early

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I can’t type this early
With my babies asleep
For circus will begin
At the first, slightest peep
The day will begin soon enough
I’d like some time for me
The unsteady quiet before dawn
Just myself, my words & this coffee

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Fallen Out Of The Boat Like A Circus Freak

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Fallen out of the boat like a circus freak
This cluttered mind has fallen loose
Tumblin’ dice along this sweaty creek
Your necktie makes a perfect noose
Still haunted by that world class whore
I can still taste her filthy mouth
I’m making wide strokes for that shore
Continuing on, I’m heading down south
Gotta find a life that’s goin’ well
Gotta find a way to keep above the swells