clear thoughts of morning

i'm not much of a charmer
just a boy who grinds his teeth
the boy who grinds the coffee beans
she sees me underwater
when she skates my icy creek
& she wonders what the blade marks mean

the season of the snow man
the season of the pine tree
weeping needles fresh
from winds beating
as a blanket i am fleeting
as a mirror she's lost to me
& i'm sure her scarf & mittens disagree

tell me what am i supposed to say
when you're kissing me awake?
just before you're crying
"i should leave"
cuz you're ashamed?
sometimes we're both no good
so go on run

cuz all them dolls got eyes
& could illustrate them pretty
my love her eyes
go unadorned
& see right thru me
i cannot avoid
clear thoughts of morning
if she wants to leave me
she should leave me
without warning