Early Morning Madness Poem by James Callos Jordan

Early in the morning,
My mind dances in rhyme;
Thinking of something fine,
Something to expel this time.

I dream of a girl,
With short silky hair;
With gleaming eyes,
And crimson velvet lips.

I picture a morbid end,
To a character I once love;
All blades and blood,
Flesh ripping open just to start.

I envision a moment,
Where I hold the key;
The answer to everything
So people won’t ask anymore

This dreamy randomness,
Just keeps on popping;
I think its all because of,
The feel of early morning.

June 3,2009