A.M.

O cruel other
Mark my word I say
In the a.m. I am long gone, an AM wave
This is all you will know of my face
I’m done with Atom Age
And early DJs
Who I leave here in the dusk
I’d guess you’re turning up so fine there before our sun
Where the angel strumpets open up
The perfect figures wade
In on the shape of the atom made
My dear mother
don’t you lay wake
fix on the river flowing only for heaven’s sake
this is all just a chemical change
A return to native states
{See major changes
in an ocean around each man
my undoing will be by my own hand
wave after wave I am winding up the sand
where my babies play}
the fresh fallen atom made