The giant roared
'Fe Fi Fo Fum
I smell the blood
of an Englishman'

I smell petrichor
and go merrily on my way.

my lips are dry and cracked
woke up
my body wracked with pain
and doubt,

it could be worse
I could be wrecked

it was and is a normal start
I hear the beating of my heart
I am alive
even more so
with a cup of Joe.

It's Tuesday
said Joe Friday,

wish I was at
77 Sunset Strip
but no one remembers
that place.