.

Trying to organise my eyes,
make them pay attention,
but it's early and
they're out of focus
barely able to see,

she
sleeps on
with her head upon
the bed of night.

I strike a pose
resist the urge to
pick my nose
and
having chose my morning
pick-me up
make a cup of
peppermint

skint
I might be,
but I like my tea
full of flavour.

I'm dressed.
the flying geese
are not Impressed
and sounds of laughter
float in from out there,
(windows share)

(critics everywhere)

I expect as I so often do
that the tide will turn too
as I turn to you and leave
a kiss,
a miss you until later kiss.

and then
I steal a way to work a day.