Early Mornings Rise

light protrudes through the skylight like

some phallic symbol memory of the previous day

and... I am left wondering

sitting in my chair,

drinking my poorly made morning coffee,

why I even feel this way...

images of nonsense drift comically by

as I reach out to touch none of them in particular

hoping to refresh my memories a little,

sensing the delay might be from lack of sleep,

and... not enough properly made coffee,

now regretting the pods left at home;

filled with the tremors of a sleepless night

and bowels that hardly ever move in the light,

I am left speculating...

as to why not a more comfortable chair

was not found,

hoping to stimulate my performance

as it were of that

which could not be found

without proper mercy and forgiveness,

and all of that, which made me bitter

until so late in my days when

so little time is now afforded me.

24Jun16