Melancholia or just The Blues.

Melancholia or just The Blues.
This ones really for me to know.
and it is pure self indulgence.Anything with a title this long has to be..

a poyummm

I woke up this morning,
Didn’t know what I would write,
I woke up this morning,
Didn’t know if I would write,
And my baby she done gone and left me,
My sweet muse slipped out all clad in night.

And the hour turned,
As the day stretched its fingers,
Cracking old jointed spines,
On tomes beloved,
On moments deep engraved,
In that gothic shambles of my mind.

I woke up this morning,
Hearing Muddy Waters,
But wanting Saint Saens,
I woke up this morning,
Didn’t think , and wouldn’t plan.
Cause the moment’s always hiding,
Like the ken of our life’s allotted span.

And the day burned,
Hearing shadows creak in their aged recall,
I counted my years, my summers,
Yet they fell so short of the winters I felt.
I recalled springs, and autumns,
In a ledger distorted by the imbalance of having known,
too much,
too soon,
too fully,
to know respite.

So I woke up this morning,
So full of words recalled in dreams,
Relived by night.
I woke up this morning,
To know the truth of my owned dark arts,
I woke up this morning,
My reflection shifting,
A man of so many disparate fucking parts.

I woke up this morning,
Survived another chaotic night,
And I was laughing at my rising,
And all the times I squandered that very right.
I woke up this morning,
That half filled bottle,
So emptied by what I haven’t got,
I woke up this so, so, sad morning,
Grinned , and said so fucking what.