“…7:11am. Been up for over an hour.
Showered, ready to record.
Aboard score’s bored board.
Mocha, barely afford. What if
This morning’s my last.
Poem in barrel. Only for 4 months.
Then rack to something book-
like. Going through sheets on
Already writer-cluttered carpet..
Contracted, or maybe that’s how
I should have acted…”