Laying

Sing not can't
Mindful of the streetcats
On Saturday morning after
Watching the sunrise
Over another beer
Locked door on the third
Calling for always
Little green and my body's own prison
Get me there
Take me there
Dematerialize my limbs and
Nails
Colour in hand
Head cocked sideways in a buzzing slump
Of flesh
Watching old favourites and faces
Of unfamiliarity
Get me there
Take me there
Get me to where I am
When mindful of
The streetcats