Good Luck With All That

I don't want to screw this up
in the morning
but I'm mourning
every loss
Every cup
of Irish breakfast,
me a wreck, just
give a toss

me a bone
chilling
alone
willing

I'm not undone --
just done
with being a diplomat
And now she's yours --
all yours --
so good luck with all that.

I pray not to screw this up
in the attic
feel the static
from the floor
manage - hup
to the bedroom
not much headroom
in this drawer

there's a key
changing
it is me
estranging

I'm not undone --
just done
with being an acrobat
And now she's yours --
all yours --
so good luck with all that.

I tried not to screw this up