Chilled Tequila

The block over my head,

Is like clouds that keep me in bed.

Comforts me like silk pajamas.

I am numb to the pinch.

The days have been green.

Yet, I am dressed in blue.

There were two queens in the bedroom.

Unfortunately it’s just a hotel for two.

The sun came through the blinds.

Only the hunger awakes me.

Stress has been dietary.

Breaths seem longer;

I wonder my tolerance with every pull.

Days get longer;

I swallow it like allergy pills.

This morning;

A smile shined brighter than a ceiling light.

Laughter louder than alarm clocks.

Love is my breakfast I enjoy the scent.

I’ve learn to use the block as ice cubes

The warmth no longer exist.

Chilled tequila if you have it.

I write a little as I reminisce.

The times weren’t always magazines.

Noons weren’t coffee and news.

It’s a new day, today

I washed all my blues.