Ah silly boy
It is already a half lie
And I can make it whole

I wake up now
Writing poetry in my head
Sleep glazed lines that disappear before it matters
Before they are caught
And the sun is not yet up still

I will not answer for this
So leave me be but

I am getting of track again
Keeping my thoughts behind me
And guts in knots

Waiting
Predestined for difficulty
In the warm corner of a coffee shop
Writing ****