it's hardly a refreshing proposition,
never mind how Nietzsche
found the morning to be as such,
perhaps he retired early
each evening, to find the sort
of vigour, if not rigour,
to bind reading in the morning
as a sort of delicacy...
          seeing how tremendous
the act is, notably in a morning
transit, to work, on the tube,
doe-eyed and almost half asleep,
in the confines of a number
of such instances, beside myself,
it is no wonder that tabloid newspapers
are the the most numerous of all of
morning's literary digestion,
                   as such, personally,
it takes two coffees (cream 30%, sugar),
an empty stomach,
      and a sudoku puzzle being solved
before my eyes can begin
to concentrate on a claustrophobic
paragraph of a book...
                 in all of this,
    the sudoku puzzle does the most,
unlike an airy limitless suave of a poem,
esp. examples not burdened
by rhyme among other scholastic
identifiable techniques bound
to a rubric checklist...
         that **** paragraph,
       fudge packed sardine choked,
      sweltering scab irritation for
the morning eyes...
                    almost like throwing
pepper or sand into the same skull
socket burdens prior to a deserved rest
at night...
            which proves my point that
there really isn't anything "logical"    
   about a sudoku puzzle...
                 as ever, prior to the linear
cascade of a paragraph, with the odd chance
to skip a line by accident...
   spacial coordination,
       counting zebra lines in a herd,
to then count the number of zebras...
   and yet...
          an empty stomach
and two coffees are still necessary...
   as is taking a **** too...
        parallel in all of this:
   30% cream makes a coffee the donkey's
(or dog's) *******...
          ...if only to make a quip
                   about lactose intolerance...
sadly, there is none,
        unlike cranberry juice and periods.