Le Matin Après

It was one macabre
Shade of purple
when I woke up

I start my day
in the usual way-
drinking cowboy coffee
from a much too empty cup.

Aquamarine on alabaster
Oh God the things I've seen
will kill me so much faster
than the truth I choke on now

But the things I didn't see
are the ones that
truly make me bleed.

Is there a doctor in the room-
Hiding in the stale smell of cigarettes
and the fog of impending doom?

Is there a doctor in the house-
The one I'll never pace the floor of
if I don't leave this fortress now?

Is there a surgeon in this town-
who can put back
what's been taken out?

It's only blood-
it cleans up.
And these are only bruises-
Where's my makeup?