you’d think he slept for days
that he just hibernates
that he wakes violent in the basement
of the tower of his mistakes
but now its early to bed
and much earlier to rise
from dreams shaped like steam
to cloud the mirrors of his mind
how can he keep from pushing all the comfort away
just get that soot from his eyes where it settles each day
make him get dressed
and paint his cities red
then tell him he has to leave when he says he wants to stay
Good, Good Stuff!