One Too Many Mornings

[couchgrouch]

One Too Many MorningsI'd seen few things redderthan my old Irish Setter Jacobtill I drained the vein of that jugand my blue eyes filled with bloodas I lay there lost and half nakedold Jake sniffed the bottle next to menuzzled me with his nose wond'ring if that would beone too many morningscasting my life on the windone too many warningsfrom my lovers and friendsit's harder for dawn to shinethrough clouds that are formingand I'll walk toward the light of wineone too many morningsmy life is lonely madnessself-destructive sadnessand Sangria dreams of my ex-wifebut I can't hurt myself enoughcos mem'ries of her sweet lovewould just find me in the next lifeI say I drink to float dreams nearly sunkbut truth is she left because I came home drunkone too many morningscasting my life on the windone too many warningsfrom my lovers and friendsit's harder for dawn to shinethrough clouds that are formingand I'll walk toward the light of wineone too many morningsthe moon shined on my emptyand the love I did not savemy eyes were crimson roseson tomorrow's gravethrough the fog of wine and teardropsI reached for Jacob's rusty furas he slipped out the screen dooraway from all we once wereand one too many morningscasting my life on the windone too many warningsfrom my lovers and friendsit's harder for dawn to shinethrough clouds that are formingand I'll walk toward the light of wineone too many mornings(c)2005 Robert George