Breakfast Of Champions

wake me up, it’s morning.
and take me down to the corner
place before the shade
retreats behind the wall and
i decide to stay here.
cup of tea, blackberry,
everything’s alright now.
don’t let me sleep.
easier to drive,
leave the oven on,
burn the house down.
it was warm and pleasant
and over in an instant.
i feel like i dreamt it,
but it’s not there now.
golden gate bridge,
everything’s alright.