The misty fog outside,
condenses into a speckled bedroom glass.  

Through which,
nestled deep under the blanket,
I hear the orchestra of a rainy 8am life.  

Bothered by the unconducted iso-rhythms
of dripping water droplets,
dropping onto the metal window sill,
I peak my head out from under the duvet
and yawn out the stale air from my lungs.  

I notice the coffee left for me
on the bedside table before she left.  
I grasp the warm little blue cup.  

I hear the birds in the trees somewhere below
warming up their sleepy little lungs.  

I close my eyes and feel the cold air
through the window.  
Hiding under my duvet,
I drift back to sleep.

i isolate myself
then say "i feel so isolated"

iso        late
esca
             late

iso don't want to be here

is everything okay?
is.every.thing . O.K.
is any thing ok?

have u herd the werd absurd?
people don’t like to read
so i seed weeds in their feed

so maybe then they’ll sea
weeds were feed all along