6:40a. Up, but not sure
Why. Keeping Self in this
Poetry prison. Surprised. Thought,
Surely, I would have scribble sentence
Stacks by now.. Failed with targeted.
Little Kerouac, curiously dormant
Upstairs.. Must have needed more
Serene sleep. Now me. Tired
Do I need another hour? Good
Luck getting that, writer. Only
1 item menu 2day. Good. Need off.
Wonder when the rain wants another
Show. When do I? Need 2edit first–