Peel My Orange Every Morning Ezra Furman

I eat an orange every morning
And I take my time with the peel
It's my beginner's meditation
To start my little journey on an even keel

I will sail, as the hours roll by
In my twentieth-century automobile
And a hotel employee
Will sweep up the orange remnants
Leaving no trace of this moment
So sweet and so real

Ah ah good God

I am sailing
I am driving toward
The end of my own need to drive
This is February 7th 2017
I am shattered, I am bleeding, but God damn it
I'm alive

I am pulled, I am tossed
Back and forth across
This country, like garbage with the tide

I am citrus: peel back my skin
Open me and expose the soft wet inside