Over Hang
Scott Cabaniss
Waking,
The feel of the sudden sun
Baking,
A new day to stretch and run.Moaning,
At the morning tease of time.
Crying,
Over the loud aching mind.Forgetting,
The previous night array.
Recollecting,
The events that drowned away.Laughing,
As they come back in pieces.
Sighing,
While the sun height increases.Working,
Regretting the sip-filled night.
Sweating,
As my body cries its plight.Drinking,
Down the moments of the day.
Sleeping,
Away the spirits that play.Waking,
The feel of the sudden sun
Baking,
A new day to stretch and run.