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

Ah, I -oh hell yeah