No Poem

no poem this morning

i ain’t got no song

shook my head at that alarm

ain’t gonna ain’t gonna, no no no,

snoozed eleven times over ‘fore I

untangled myself from down comforter

stumbled towards my bitter morning companion

blessed beverage, brown and rich,

life giving river flowing

into great, green plastic cup

but, O!

no milk this morning

nor a drop of cream

deep down in the cupboard

no carton of almond milk neither

all whisked away by ravenous teens

some time in the night

topped off my extra large coffee

with lukewarm water

and plunked down to mope

ain’t gonna ain’t gonna, no no no,

no poem this morning

Photo Credit: day in the life by emdot on flickr; used under Creative Commons License.
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