TOMORROW
MORNING
THE BED GOT OUT OF ME
THE STAIRS WENT DOWN ME
AND WITHOUT A WORD
MY BREAKFAST PICKED UP
KNIFE AND FORK
AND
ATE ME
MY TEETH CLEANED ME
MY FACE WASHED ME
ALL OF A SUDDEN THE BUS GOT ON TO
ME
THE TOWN GOT INTO ME
THE BANK FOLLOWED
THE PUB FOLLOWED
I WAS SURE I WAS BEING SWALLOWED
TOMORROW
MORNING
WHEN I GOT UP
THE LIGHT PUT ME ON
MY EYES CLOSED ME
AND MY PEN HAD A DREAM
THAT HE WROTE ALL ABOUT ME
mister
justa moment
he jus passin by
born in the morning
he be gone without warnin
and goodbye
jus passin by
leaving in the evening
gone in the twinklin of
an I
