Good By Good Morning Good Bye
I awake like Martin Sheen in” Apocalypse Now” staring at the ceiling fan. Wondering where I was, It looks like an inner loop rental. Hardwoods, ancient. The bed is so comfortable I could lay here all day. I need to get out of this bed, but she wrapped around my waist. Long blonde hair across my stomach. I look at her body weapons-grade long legs small firm breasts taut stomach leading to a blonde landing strip. An actual natural blonde. I know she’s a single mother my clothes are laid into a flat bloke. I fancy had I let her out bed she would have washed my clothes. If I lay still she might not wake up. I need to leave. I am not good at mornings, and not really sure of her name. The kid
Hazy memories from last night. The tall, thin, blonde at the bar noticing each other. Noticing each other the ancient contract being invocated. I walked over some wanker who wouldn’t shut the fuck up, then dropping him. My pint mug exploding on his face. Leaving the bar quickly sirens as EMTs arrive. I will have to apologise to Lilly to be let back in. I will work up an act of contrition, “I am sorry, I glassed, that wanker, and promise not to do it again Lilly ” Her place fevered undressing no conversation other than let's try…, contortions of Petites Morts rolling across her across her face., some porn star moans. Playing then asleep.
I need to use all my skills to get out of bed. I must get to the bathroom. I slowly slide off the bed onto the floor. I wish I could get my shades from my jacket, it is unreasonably bright. My head is pounding. I try to quiet as possible brushing my teeth with my finger an attempt to knock off some of the fur
I flush there’s a knock at the door, and she says Towels under the sink by, shampoo, soap in the shower, the way my name is Lyric.”
“Thank you, I am Jay. I am going to pillage your soap and shampoo” I answer I climb into the claw tube and closed shower curtain. I get the water right shampooing my hair. I feel something open eyes to see Lyric in with me.. We wash each other wordlessly, and tenderly. She surprises me with a tenderness and warmth, that I didn’t expect


then towel each other dry. She leads I go to the bedroom I smell coffee. I drop my towel and walk to my clothes. Watching her climb into and hoodie and tight faded jeans.
I follow her to the table. I sit and she goes to counter starts getting cups
Lyric looks over her shoulder, and says’, “How do you take it?”
“Black and proud” I answer. I start to tap out a cigarette,.
Lyric says, “No smoke in here let's go on the porch.” I put on shades and follow-on to the porch, it's a bit chilly. Lyric makes small talk.. While I smoke. I wait for a polite interval, and say,”Lyric I have a few things.””
Wait for one-minute Lyric runs inside comes back. With cup hands to me and tucks a slip of [paper into my pocket, and
Says’ “keep the cup, or bring it back for a big surprise” giving me a warm kiss. I walk to my car the number falls’ out. I don’t stop to pick it
I get in my car lower window’s and say “Good morning, goodbye!” I drive towards my flat, without looking back Tri Delta mug on my dash sliding back and forth. Stereo blaring Amy Winehouse I sing along,
“ I cheated myself,
Like I knew I would,
I told you I was trouble,
You know that I'm no good.”
I light another cigarette, I am keeping the mug. Its shaping up to be a good morning.