Trying to wake up
Never easy as in a ad for eszopiclone
Still in a stasis
Sitting up eyes squinting to greet the afternoon
Telephone is glowing
Moving very slowly
Wind is softly blowing
Brain is ravioli
Keys on the table
In the spot they fell
when I got home the other day
Fill up a kettle
And collect my thoughts,
where they got to, I couldn't say