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early rising

up
at 4:30
this morning,
couldn�t sleep,
tired of fighting
the bed,
got up and
took a walk
through the
neighborhood,
all very quiet,
all waiting
for the new day,
even the dogs
on the corner
who bark at
every wind,
sleeping dogs,
quiet
at last

drove to the diner
for coffee and the
morning paper,
more of the same
same same same
same old shit,
lying
president,
craven congress,
compliant press
all atwitter with the
dead model while
other dead
pile up
in old-news
places.
oh,
oh, oh they say,
who will see to
Anna�s baby,
who will see to
the children
of all the other
dead,
I ask,
but no answer,
old news,
no time in sweeps week
for old news

so I say fuck�em all
and take my camera
to look for a sunrise,
a new day, we all wait
for a sunrise
to a new day,
but, no,
the sunrise
is hidden
behind power lines
and street signs
and tall buildings
that cover the sky,
that capture
the sky
and hold it
for corner office
hoodats,
who say, hell, son,
don�t you pay attention
to the news, we
bought the sun
when we bought
the building
and the sunrise
concession
is ours,
so run along now
a�fore we make
your ass
arrested
for trespass
and misappropriating
my sunrise, you�re
making shadows, boy,
with my
sun,
now scram

and
the old day
wins

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