It comes trotting in the window
Blazing away the stars.
Now it’s morning. It’s morning.
Now it’s time for the day
To get boring.

No sleep. No dreams.
Just a pile of poems
That will never be seen
Again. So, what have i
Learned, from having
My night burned?

I’m not sure yet.
Maybe nothing.
Maybe it will hit me
In the shower.
But even if a new thought
Joins me, will i begin
A new type of beginning
Or will the same day
Trot itself across the glass?

Maybe you don’t always
Need to learn something.
This was just a funny thing,
A distraction. Maybe
A necessary thing.
Maybe the lesson i can keep
Is that distracting yourself
Is good enough pelf
Even when you feel like poo
And want to hide yourself
In an igloo.
Maybe i’m just tired.

Regardless of lessons
There are things to do.
I have to brush my teeth,
Eat some food, drive.
Stop.
Drive.
Stop.
Work.
Go home.
And then forget.

I have some issues
As you may have
Surmised, but none larger
Than most folks’.
But i can’t afford therapy,
I just have me.
Which is unfortunate,
Which is sad,
Another being
Rolled onto the scene
Eating food, destroying
Trees, distracting others
With make-believe thoughts.

Anyway, got to go
Because i do.
Your nightmare is over.
Goodbye everyone, goodbye.
Please wish me luck,
I’ve got more emails to send.