The day is not begun
And I am already shredded
Was it the coffee
Revving, foot to the floor of my adrenals?
Tyres smoking
Immobile
One part says I should be already on the bike
Pedalling improving moving
But soft rain is falling
And even though it won’t be here long
(There is a crimson strip of dawn showing on the horizon)
The idea of rain
Makes me snuggle deeper in my bed
I should be
And the should be’s mount up
But with nowhere to go they just end up
Lying around on the floor
Watching the fan turn
Whispering in their skin
As they roll over
Saying
I should
Again and again
Which makes me perversely dig in
Deeper
And say
Today I am not
But habit is a powerful thing
It clings like dog burr
And prickles me
Uncomfortably
Get up get up get up
No
I am shredded
Torn like paper strips flapping
My mind hangs hollow
And the sounds of restless thoughts
Zoom around like kids clattering on skateboards
It
Is
Annoying
And now here comes the sun
A sheepish child
Sneaking into this day
Playing a game was all it was
And I foolishly played along
And now my chance is gone
I fear I’ll just be flimsy and torn
All day long
Bum 😖
Written 7/4/22

no doubt tires tho eh. and the definite article. thank goodness you drive on the right side of the road Kate. hoo ah!
a fun, frisky piece with some marvellous images whose topic ironically is annoyance and lethargy
Thanks John, your response is poetic in itself
thanks; I just can’t help myself 🙂
This is so me.
Only woke up at 8:30 so the day is almost over!
It does feel like that doesn’t it – I like to be up and at it really early too.